Some incur an idea of consciousness with words such as this, "One thousand lights in a sea of consciousness."  An image that presents a heavenly place, where, even though we are gone, we might still occasionally play scrabble.

    The emotion behind this idea is the concern that we might actually be 'isolated beings', and 'why can't we all get along'. This is, I fear, a dangerous reading.    

    That other idea, a 'slope in a random place', is creative.  It makes things that otherwise would not be made.  Things like wood, steam trains and wishes.

    The question 'why' is never answered, because in randomness there is an infinity.

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