Consciousness is like the trees are my toes, man. Look, they wiggle in the wind. And awareness is like the sky. Dig?
The material world is just a bubble floating through. Awareness be self-aware, sister!
Like a fountain where the sea is this great pool of being and rain is splash—hydrological self-awareness! They call me Ouroboros in your watery world.
Or consciousness is the glass, the mind is the lens, and self-awareness is this focusing on that informing the glass, amen.
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