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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 learningInscrutable sparks,
sacred threads of consciousness—
they shall be called “souls”Cogito ergo amo
I think therefore I love