Consciousness
Consciousness is an enigma
that lurks within the brain,
connecting neural pathways
across organic terrain.
It is what stares back at you
When looking in the mirror,
an observation of itself,
a vessel to be steered.
We attempt to understand
where it originates,
maybe cause and effect,
something the brain creates.
Or maybe it endures beyond
even the physical plane,
transcending death and moving on,
catching some cosmic train.
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