Consciousness, thought and reality are interrelated. In many ways, how many we don't really know. For us it's all perceived, perception is our reality. Our truth. Could it be that we are a construct of reality brought into existence to give our universe a fluid and motile interface. We could be slowly and carefully brought into existence so our universe could experience this aspect in a more suitable way. We might be the perfect design for interacting with our reality. True to the nature of our universe. Which also means we are true to our own innate nature. We are a construct of our reality. Brought forth for a physical means of interacting in this environment and connecting the physical world our bodies exist in with the unknown aspect of our non-physical innate existence. Thought form, emotional essence, spiritual origin, our primary elemental form.
If you have a grasp of the complexity of humans in general, DNA, the brain, biology, every part, the odds for existence in chance probability are slim, Very. Some interplay seems to dictate primordial design, reality seems to have instructions for arranging matter into patterns, with a specific purpose. Also on it's own time.
We may be caught up in our physical reality, talking our learned languages falsely believing that's all there is to our existence. Missing the truth, the innate nature of our being clouded by our distorted perception of reality, it's sensory rich environment, and not getting in-tune with our spiritual non-physical purpose. Real purpose is two-fold. Everything seems to be binary primary, balanced. We might be missing our primary purpose, might need to be tuned, like an instrument. Turn down the physical volume so we can hear our spiritual aspect calling. It may be as rich and rewarding just less easy for us to get. We reach for what's easiest. It's basic physical, natural, even laws of physics dictate that. But a little more might be expected of us since our brains have more aspects than the universe has stars. Things such as this don't seem to happen by chance. Not often, not easy, not likely. Even though given an infinite amount of time an infinite amount of things can happen, not 'will happen', 'can happen'. Possibilities. The very thought of a possibility is it's birth here. It existed prior, but wasn't enacted, inception starts its intent. When you become aware of what you don't know that you don't know, you start to wake up, from the constraints of your existence and purpose.
