Intrinsic Sclar

In the epic struggle of mankind there can be no doubt as to the inferiority of the consiousness as to the catalyst of deed. 'We do because we know we do'. But do we realize this epiphany? Is anything, if not realized in the consiousness, actually anything? If we are because we think, are we still if we do not realize that we think? Can one think and yet not realize, or be self-aware of one's own thinking? And in the process of thinking, is the consiousness present by cosmic default, or is the consiousness the mother of thought?
In the crosshairs of humanity, there arises the indominable question of rise over run: i.e. does the question beget the answer or does it exist only to lead one therin? Inasmuch as can be said about consious thought, is it the consiousness that defines the existance, or is it the existance that berths a consequential consiousness?
All this to say: yip, yip-o-keneethesiak!
I am my parent's son and my sun is apparent.
The bird of my eye is the weed of my lie.
And all things go up, up, up to the moon to destroy telos and mekos and stratosinpherior.
A smile is just a tickle in your throat that crawled up and died on your face!