Today's muse, what would a consciousness higher than ours look like, would we even be aware of its existence, or, are we somewhat unconsciously, building it right before our eyes? Are we on some evolutionary path that takes us away from our biological roots, through many disembodied iterations, kneading our consciousness in an endless cycle? Given the juxtaposition of the scale of evolution on earth to the scale of the universe, there are many opportunities for unimaginable metamorphosis. It sometimes feels to me as though n-stage stellar consciousness is looking back on us as we look at the stars.
