Consciousness is a tricky bird. I wouldn't consider it the bed rock of existance.
Some of my argument is simply the vague definition of consciousness that the English language allows. I see a dividing line between awareness and consciousness because of the definitions I hold in my head. If I use awareness I'm referring to my state as pure observer not my state of conscious of self.
As a human my conscious state barely has any input from my body. My brain receives millions of inputs a second from my body but consciousness is only handed a few hundred of these inputs, the unconscious brain decides what to prioritize for the conscious me. To me consciousness is like the last layer before the story teller me that tries to make meaning out of my experience.
Consciousness isn't aware of much, it has no idea how it built this body it is in yet it thinks it did.
Some of my argument is simply the vague definition of consciousness that the English language allows. I see a dividing line between awareness and consciousness because of the definitions I hold in my head. If I use awareness I'm referring to my state as pure observer not my state of conscious of self.
As a human my conscious state barely has any input from my body. My brain receives millions of inputs a second from my body but consciousness is only handed a few hundred of these inputs, the unconscious brain decides what to prioritize for the conscious me. To me consciousness is like the last layer before the story teller me that tries to make meaning out of my experience.
Consciousness isn't aware of much, it has no idea how it built this body it is in yet it thinks it did.