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expression is at the same time relevant and completely irrelevant. Of course the universe, all of existence, all that is is one act of creation. By virtue of the most undeniable facts of life that are completely spiritual yet also the truest of the true... When we look around us, we see land, and people and buildings and flowers and other beings. We look into eyes and we admire the fresh reflection of a dandelion or a flower we pass, we look up into the moon and the sun. We see all that we see. Perhaps we might travel around this world, and experience new corners. We might express our feelings, and take pictures, compose art, write and sing songs, and express love... Yet what does it mean among all this? In the question of meaning, many would have answers. We all have answers or not. Perhaps all of this is ignorant? What I find profound is the experience of being. These days I am conscious of being. I am conscious of all that. I am conscious of what inspires me. Yet what is consciousness?