Think of our consciousness as a big, unusually curious momma bear. And our bodies are the cubs. We have an entire world that we are protecting. Not one kind of cub, but hundreds of different species have banded together to unite and form this trillion strong writhing mass of flesh... But cuter. We, the guardians, must watch over our cubs, until they can finish jettisoning seed colonies into other universes, taking a strong hold over it's core planets, and used its resources to build another version of it's old universes. (its a sexual reference).
So every time you scrape your knee, appreciate the myriad of functions and operations your body and subconscious mind begin to fire off in a blazing flurry. Think Chun-Li's kicks in the popular SNES game, Street Fighter. Then realize for all the ability we have to think and command our body, tis functionally retarded in comparison.
I can't believe in God, because I am God.
And I have no idea what I'm doing, or how I got here.