Waking up or…

Consciousness itself seems to come in waves: sleep, forgetting, transitions, dissolutions. I find that comforting in a weird way. It implies that I will always wake up again…

Side note: I think the universe may be a creation in progress if we think about the way we are on the macro scale…not the stars and planets and so on…but the larger presence and quality of what we currently call mankind. We are imperfect, therefore our reality is imperfect. Suffering is inevitable, though we lament it as we should. Happiness is fought for and love is developed…hm…