Not A Problem

Not a problem at all: 

no matter how the hard problem of consciousness it viewed, either that it arises from non-sentient matter to somehow give us the experiences of the world, or that consciousness exists throughout all matter, perhaps varying by degree of measure, that by its very nature everything alive is imbued with a certain innate sense of self-awareness - no matter how it's described, or the argument eventually concluded, our own answer plays out with each breath taken, with every tear shed through sorrow, and the joy felt by witnessing another morning's sunrise. I's not a problem at all, hard or otherwise, we are alive, aware, and that our world abounds in mystery. 

it's enough to know that somehow this is so.

not a problem at all.

my preference is a direct approach, to leave philosophy and debate aside and simply point towards my own seamless experience of being aware, knowing that it's so without need of answers as to why, or how, this awareness came to be. In a truer sense, it's not an experience at all, but more a recognition that an event is taking place, that's there's a quality happening unique to this moment alone, and already, even through my notice, is shifting in subtle, mysterious ways. I can point to this directly, it's happening now, and now, yet always elusive, evading any conceptual understanding and defying explanation. Yet it's not a problem at all...it's simply living, and being aware that life happens completely on its own, and that we just a temporary point of its expression. 

of course that's only my description, not meant to be accurate by any means of science, philosophy, nor anyone else's view of conscious explanations. We're all entitled to our stories, our interpretations of events and experiences and however they unfold. None of this is a problem until we make it so - and even than life continues in its play, happening perfectly on its own no matter what conclusions are ever drawn. It's not a problem at all.

only life....

continuous,

happening.

now, and always now.

mysterious. 

~

Peace, Eric