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What is the essence of consciousness?

 
 

COGITO ERGO AMO

Flickering neurons
not just seeing but knowing—
watching self become

An enigma sits,
flanked by gravity and time—
pure consciousness glows

Woven together,
this transcendent trinity—
the fabric of all

Connections of echoes
stitched in time and memory
networks of meaning

Existing in gaps
tween words, thoughts, people
shifting and learning

Inscrutable sparks,
sacred threads of consciousness—
they shall be called “souls”

Cogito ergo amo
I think therefore I love


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