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October 26, 2011
While working early today, bearing the cold, watching numerous people walk to the art museum despite the fact that there was huge buses to take them there I pondered over a single leaf.

It was an autumn leaf inside a revolving door sitting motionless. I wondered how it got there.

Of course it is simple to say that the wind blew it in the revolving door.

On a deeper level I pondered on how this leaf was conscious like everyone else was conscious, including the sidewalk.

Energy and atoms are conscious and aware of every part of the ultimate intelligence.