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
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.