What is life if not simply two states of consciousness, the one that we perceive ourselves to live in and the one that we dream?
When we say we sleep at night, I think this is not totally accurate, not the whole picture. Like day and night, it is not clear when one becomes the other. I might be in a deep unconscious state for only a few hours, between 11pm and 6am, when the children or my partner will wake me up, the dog will jump on the bed or the mechanic comes to collect my car. Though technically I am now conscious I cannot ignore the sensation that I am not as conscious and I could be.
Initially waking up is similar to a reboot of a computer, I go through a routine of status checks. I wonder every morning who I am, how are things going, what will trouble me today, what will I look forward to.
At this point I could easily probably fall back into unconsciousness, depending on the circumstances I might. As I get up, certain basic survival instincts come on line, how am I physically, how hungry am I, how do I avoid getting leaped on, do we have the supplies I need - food, water, heating etc.
In this waking up state, I find my brain still clings to a fading abstract, I come up with great lyrics or song ideas first thing in the morning. I have written near complete poems straight into the notepad on my phone in a way I struggle to do later in the day. Even after breakfast and walking the dogs I recognise that I am resistant to accepting consciousness, chores seem horribly tedious, being a dad - a form of torture.
The sun is not up in my mind until around 11.00 am, probably after a coffee and some sort of mid-morning snack, maybe not until after lunch, but inevitably I will be finally inhabiting the conscious world and be interacting in its entirety.
The peak of my powers in this realm, last quite nicely until around 4:30pm, where the first indications of the wear of the day begin to make themselves known, and so much as the start of my day prepares for consciousness, I now prepare for sleep.
The mistake to make, is to regard consciousness and unconsciousness or night and day as two clearly different phenomena. Sure night at its deepest does not resemble day at its highest, but these two are not really two at all, just a gradual shifting of elements. Likewise consciousness strikes me as entirely similar, diametric reflections of the other of equal length and consistency.
We tend to believe that consciousness is the dominant state, I disagree - which is why I described my morning and then descent back into sleep, these are not harsh binary states, they have much more in common with tides, with the undulations of a waveform.
Therefore really we live in varying states of both, just as one is leaving us, it is returning, they exchange dominance but even within that domination is the erosion of the other, we are only fully conscious for perhaps a moment before its power lessens.
If you can accept this at all, you can be forgiven for regarding the world as a spiritual one, as I do.
I have toyed with atheism and entirely accept that religion is a clumsy, ridiculous concept, but I have never been able to accept the science, or the insignificance of life. I believe there is some purpose, I believe there is something beyond the curtain of this cycle of consciousness.
Citation please! Say the scientists, let me see your evidence to back up this claim of a spiritual world.
I have decided that my answer will be that there is none, and there never can be. The very evidence you need is around you all the time, but this won't be enough. The conscious state is so compelling, it is logical and physical, it is right that science owns this realm, but - it is just a dream-state of a different kind. When I dream; I can fly, I can do things that defy physics, I can travel great distances in a second, I can jump back and forth in time, talk with dead people, construct mazes of abstract scenarios and become as convinced of that world as this one.
In unconsciousness, science does not intrude, nor do the scientists observing the sleeper, therefore I conclude that science is a construct of the conscious participant, as are the cages of a pet hamster. It can walk the lengths of its home, bite it and taste the metal, work its muscles on the exercise wheel and drink from the water bottle but these are just freakish side-effects of the day time mind.