The universe is consciousness. It is circling and swinging between the outermost poles. One follows the other in visible and invisible way. One connects with the other. Separates again. Transforms.
That, where we are, originated from a certain interaction of certain states. It seems to be rare. A rare constellation. And this constellation produced something like us. A mixture of certain vibrations and circles, as they have united apparently only at this place so. We are not(s) outside of the universal consciousness. We are only a certain mixture, of the everywhere prevailing forces. This mixture let something arise what seems to be not to be found everywhere.
Is the earth a fruit of the universal tree of consciousness? Are we the seeds it contains? Or are we the parasites that eat this fruit before it can even form seeds? Are we the future light or are we the dark madness? Is what we are that from which the new will emerge? Or are we a doomed, self-destructing tumor? Are we the enlightenment or the depression of universal consciousness?