I'll leave this to you and all to read — PoeticUniverse
Which is:
The Nature of Consciousness Part 1
(Some gleaned from Gsin)
Within the Brain's vast Palace, deep and strange,
Consciousness flows, yet cannot free-range;
Like Sun or Tree, a Process, not a Thing—
A river bound within its banks of change.
(It, as a brain process can’t float around)
What fills our Minds arrives not instant-new,
But late, some half-millisecond past its due;
The Brain's swift voting finished ere we know,
Our conscious thoughts already past and through.
(A forced delay, unconscious analysis taking time )
The Map we see becomes our Territory,
While neural states write out out second story;
The basement toils unseen beneath our feet,
As upstairs dwells our conscious inventory.
(The ‘basement’ is the first storey of one’s self)
Thus Consciousness arrives too late to cause,
Though seeming master of all nature's laws;
A broadcast tape-delayed, yet feeling live—
The director speaks once action draws!
(Enjoy the play)
And when one thought has flickered through the mind,
More brain-realms answer, leaving none behind;
Thus contemplation's thread unwinds its spool,
Each moment to the next forever twined.
(The Great Stitcher; no seams)
Behold its nature's aspects five unfold:
Compositional structures manifold,
Intrinsic as our own, Informing clear,
Integrated, Exclusive in its hold.
(The whole operation)
United feels this field of conscious thought,
Though scattered be the brain-realms where it's wrought;
The qualia of sense-experience shine,
While seamless flows the change that time has brought.
(Perfect Unity!)
How can this ghost of thought move flesh and bone,
When neural deed is done and verdict known
Before awareness breaks upon our shore?
The answer in time's sequence lies alone.
(The brain does it)
Yet Consciousness brings gifts beyond mere scheme
Of reflex-action's automatic stream:
Flexibility to shape reaction's course,
And Focus sharp on what we vital deem.
(Exclusion)
It grants Evaluation's weighted scale,
Where logic, feeling, neither can quite fail;
For Survival it opens pathways new,
Where Complex choices might yet prevail.
(Evaluation)
Through Learning's endless combinations bright,
We weave perception's threads in fresh delight;
Discrimination's finest differences show
Which fruits bring health, which hold destruction's bite.
(The will is dynamic)
In Evolution's grand unfolding play,
It spurred the Cambrian dawn of nature's way;
Made predators grow keen in cunning's art,
While prey found newer paths from day to day.
(The explosion)
See Beauty bloom in flower's painted face,
As plants evolved their pollinator's grace;
While minds could ponder action's consequence
Before commitment to time's embrace.
(Actionizing)
Reality stands firm beyond our sight,
Our senses taking in its waves of light;
The Brain paints useful faces on these waves—
Makes color from mere frequency's delight.
(Just three proteins in the eye rotating according to the amount of the three primary colors)
When drugs or sleep or trauma's sudden blow
Disturb the brain, consciousness sinks below;
Change neural paths, and mind must follow suit—
For only from the brain can awareness flow.
(Consciousness is a brain process reflected)
We often miss the sea in which we swim,
Mistaking thought-stream's contents, fleeting-dim,
For consciousness itself that bears them all,
Like water bearing leaves on ocean's rim.
(The Sea in which we See)