As consciousness investigates It' origin, It looks toward substance to be the barer of It's birth. It searches high and low for an imaginary starting point, somewhere between here and there, a tick in time, atoms that collide, a big bang that constructed the Earth.
It studies an apparent evolution, taking thought, thinking in linear terms. Thinking that there must be a cause for It's effect and something to give It an artificial self worth.
But consciousness may be empty, impersonal, with no cause, time, space nor physical substance to live or die. It's true essence may be eternal, all pervasive and ever present, forever here and now. There may be no how or why. In the silence may be where It's inner truth lies. Be still and know.
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