Anthropocentric principal now

Dude, how the hell can it be that, of all the potential people in this world, i mean, just this particular era, not counting all those other times in history when Celts grew barley or women in the Indus River Valley said little prayers to phallic deities in hopes of bearing children, i am exactly the person i turned out to be. How unlikely is it that i ended up being me? and yet how absolutely impossible is it for me to really know what it means to be otherwise? Even those other incarnations of this absolute consciousness out there, because my scientific training does nothing to refute or support the intuitive notion that we all support aspects of a single, divine mind the belief in which is aesthetic and intuitive, could not be asking the exact question as me except in such exceptional circumstances as perhaps, a clay pipe smoked after a successful wheat harvest, or a few dozen bright red mushrooms into a ceremonial divination, and yet i am like them in asking, and like others no doubt reading this and remembering their own encounters with the subject. it is an inescapable conclusion that every scrap of time i experience, every reverie i slip into between stops of the Green Line, brings another aspect of this consciousness to the surface, buries an old version of me and unwraps a new one, and that twenty four year old version of myself who made the first attempts at connecting to the larger scaffolding of it all, or that thirty nine year old version of myself who succeeded for a moment or two but could not have survived the experience for any longer, grows farther and farther away in some perpendicular but otherwise analogous direction. if something does indeed connect us all, are there not enough neurons firing at any given time for the network to be getting a hazy picture of its own self, a guess at its true nature only possible given the evolution of life on this planet. Dude, it sounds like a plan. it sounds as if such a being is inevitable, a product of the universe that created it replicating itself so many millions of times as to lead to this series of moments in time, just often enough and on just enough planets simultaneously, amid the vast star clusters and gigantic elliptical galaxies, actually is gazing in upon itself and i am a neuron in it unlike any of the others, but suddenly aware of their existence for a moment.