The quality of what enters my head matters

Who hears? We are but just soaked in a bath of quanta. Bits of pulsating energy all around. Visual, auditory, sensory, tactually, even our mind noise is but quanta. Is consciousness part of this stew of quanta? Or is it or can it be something else? Is it just me that makes it special. If this "me" is mixed thoroughly with this stew of quanta then how can it just "think" something separate into existence?

Image by  Will Simpson

Image by Will Simpson

This is a journal entry meant as a reminder to me. It is a reminder to me how I want to operate and some tips put together in a moment of clarity to help when I am less clear and caught up in stuff the I can’t control.  Continue the conversation anytime: