There isn't a day which goes by in which I don't wonder how it's possible that I am conscious. Regardless of what the definition of "I" might actually be, it is still rather clear that I possess some manner of reflective awareness, limited as it might be. And that the origin of the manifestation of this awareness that has come to be, regardless of whether or not it may continue past the manifestation of the physical existence that we currently recognize, may always remain a mystery, is rather tormenting. Although solace may be found through humble acceptance, still we desire to comprehend and expand beyond the capacity of the reach of our minds, despite the notion that due to the limitations of our perception, an accurate interpretation of truth may always remain inaccessible.
