How crazy is it to think there might be something other than me,
or that I’m anything more than a smidgeon in the grander scheme?

In humans, “me” is self-orienting cognitively induced identity,
hosting a nervous system energizing a body navigating existence.

Let’s talk about cognition, as it’s the mechanism of identification.

Consider organically evolving experiential processes of
sensation, recognition, anticipation, and expression;
behaviorally wielding attention, thereby specifying
the content of sensation and situationally inducing recollection;
the whole comprehensively remembered.

That entire configuration may be regarded as human cognition,
surveying a plane of existence centered upon a singular identity
perceiving itself within an enormous spacetime environment.

Any thoughts?

Unqua