We keep spinning around in circles, losing sight of what drives us in these circles. The fact we are aware.

No matter what shape it takes, a thought, an organism, an ecosystem, it is this element of being bubbling up through everything. It's like the light shining through the film, but all anyone sees are the images. Like explaining water to a fish.

We assume there must be a goal, given how tenaciously we seek it, but it really is just that element of awareness, exploring every possible niche of its existence and then pushing further, always seeking more. The essence of sentience, not the ideal of knowledge, is what is fundamental.

Yet we seem to have no way to contextualize what we find, so the medium becomes the message and the ideals become gods.

It's hard to slow down, when everyone else thinks it's a race.