What if dark matter — which scientists say makes up 85% of the universe and which we can’t see or measure but theorize must exist because the universe doesn’t make sense without it — is a great field of awareness, in which everything material exists?

What if microtubules, structures in a cell’s cytoplasm that can be born and die every hour and have a negative and positive polarity (and other than that I don’t understand at all), have something to do with the way living matter on earth is connected with the dark matter of the universe; that life accesses or receives consciousness from a greater field through these structures? Physicist Sir Roger Penrose wonders about mircortubules having something to do with consciousness.

What if humans have evolved, with microtubules in our cells, and our brain’s capacity to self-reflect, to be an organism who is capable of being conscious of consciousness itself . . . a living creature who can know we are conscious and wonders why we are conscious and what it means to be conscious?

What if consciousness is love? What if to be conscious is to care and support life; and that there are degrees of less or more consciousness, which means to have the capacity for more or less compassion, care and to feel and radiate more or less love?

What if being a saint, a great human being, or enlightened person is simply the complete willingness to let go of our small, scared animal selves and become nothing other than a channel for the consciousness of the universe?

Sit where you are, right now, and feel yourself as if this were true.

Who are you when you are the consciousness of the universe experiencing itself?