"All the time we are aware of millions of things around us--these
changing shapes, these burning hills, the sound of the engine, the
feel of the throttle, each rock and weed and fence post and piece
of debris beside the road-- aware of these things but not really
conscious of them unless there is something unusual or unless they
reflect something we are predisposed to see. We could not possibly
be conscious of these things and remember all of them because our
mind would be so full of useless details we would be unable to think.
From all this awareness we must select, and what we select and call
consciousness is never the same as the awareness because the process
of selection mutates it. We take a handful of sand from the endless
landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the
"We divide the sand into parts. This and that. Here and there.
Black and white. Now and then. The discrimination is the division
of the conscious universe into parts. [...] You'd think the process
of subdivision and classification would come to an end somewhere,
but it doesn't. It just goes on and on."
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