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My sense is that consciousness is pervasive & we have various abilities to perceive it. The poem by Rumi ‘When Grapes Turn to Wine’ comes to mind:

When grapes turn to wine,

They long for our ability to change.

When stars wheel around the North Pole,

They are longing for our growing consciousness.

Wine got drunk with us,

Not the other way.

The body developed out of us, not we from it.

We are bees,

And our body is a honeycomb.

We made the body,

Cell by cell we made it.

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I loved this and I'm also very confused haha.

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