Hard Problem

Hard problem:

it's a hard problem only to those who wish to explain it, seeking answers as to how consciousness emerges from matter, and why we have experiences of such depth, beauty, and meaning. It's a hard problem for scientist and philosophers to solve, a worthy quest for their community and I'm sure one with many possible benefits to offer the world. 

Yet, for me, not being a scientist, and with little interest in the philosophy of the mind, I have no problems of conspicuousness to solve, no issues of how or if the origin of experience arises from non-sentient matter or steeped into the very the very fabric of existence.  

it's simply miraculous either way.

there's life, and for my own sake, it arises spontaneously, raw experiences and then seemingly in the same instant thoughts appear in narration, giving an opinion to my world. None of this happens with any conscious effort, nothing is required of me but to continue in encounter. I am gifted with this life, and with its every sorrow and joy, beauty and its contrast, and all for the simple means of my experience. There's nothing for me to explain, even if I were capable of such language. I'm present, perhaps only for a moment, as an aspect of life, somehow found aware, and if a chemical process occurring within organic matter is the source of this miracle - it's cause for awe and celebration as well. 

it's that non-sentient matter, the dirt and minerals of my existence, somehow conspire in a secret alchemical language of their own, and through this my thoughts appear, but more subtle still that I know myself as aware, experiencing, gifted with sheer appreciation - I have no doubt that this is the very stuff of God, and in ever means a religious sense, that my worship is only worthy of each experience alone, this moment, now, and always now, so holy through its offer. 

scientist and most philosophers might demean the term God, and my use of religious language.They are free in their interpretation. These are careful words for me, not a hard problem for here at all - it's a reinterpretation of their meaning, reverting to their original sense of mystery. I am aware, conscious of experience, and none of it explained. Science too, is just a language, making sense and adding meaning to the world. I'm grateful for its many gifts. But my own hard problem is solved beyond a single doubt - there's life, and for my own sake it arises spontaneously, full of ease and grace, asking only for the least effort of my appreciation. 

and with this, I give the world my joy. 

~

Peace, Eric