Consciousness (n.) identified with one pole feels out on a limb: it controls the world only to find it less controllable, exploits it only to find it less gratifying.
Consciousness (n.) fully expanded feels one with the world; contracted, it is all the more chained to one small perishable organism.
Consciousness (n.) is a function not of one nervous system but of all the interrelated stars and galaxies that make a nervous system possible.
Consciousness (n.) is no phosphorescent scum on a world of fire and rock but the unfolding of what was hidden in the heart of the primordial stars.
Consciousness (n.) of the surface kind is happily not in charge of the body; if it had to run heartbeat, breath, nerves and glands, it would rush around with time for nothing else.
Consciousness (n.) in Darwinian anthropology is a freak of the primordial swamp — with nothing outside the skin to match the intelligence inside it.
Consciousness (n.) notices only the up-beat: it ignores intervals, and yet cannot notice any pulse of energy without them.
Consciousness (n.) that knows, feels and chooses, and that you call your own, did not spring from nothing a short while ago; it is eternal and numerically one in all sensitive beings.
Consciousness (n.) is a thin ray that does not shine on its own source; looking out on the world, we forget the world is looking at itself through our eyes.
Consciousness (n.) costs something at every increase: the power to plan for pleasure arrives with the "ability" to dread pain.
Consciousness (n.) seems to be nature's ingenious way of torturing itself.
Consciousness (n.) is what you call "I," and it is a stream of sensations, thoughts and feelings in constant motion, not a solid tablet on which life writes.
Consciousness (n.) is designed not to writhe and whirl its way out of present experience but to be effortlessly aware of it.
Consciousness (n.) brings the world into being: there is light because there are eyes, noise because there are ears, hard facts because there is soft skin.
Consciousness (n.) that becomes fully self-conscious finds it barely controls itself and that no "I" owns it — so who is left to be fate's victim or nature's master?
Consciousness (n.) is produced by the universe and in turn evokes the universe — which closes the quarrel between materialists and idealists, determinists and free-willers.
Consciousness (n.) is identical with what we call space — all of it; you are at least all that you experience.