Mystery I

This universe is greatly vast
It holds the future, present, and past
Contained in a block
As solid as rock
No, probably not
That's quite a long shot
When we only know about two percent
Of this place where human bodies we rent

I need to know its mysteries
To put my floating mind at ease

Resolve the fallacy of misplaced concreteness
And put my subjective perspective to test

In an infinite infinity
I might not be the only me

Eleven dimensions or something like that
The four I experience is enough to blow my thinking hat

Living in this space-time
Where gravity still holds me down

What matters is not the matter
99% space and a ton of mind-chatter

Where does consciousness emerge?
I'm always looking for its upsurge
But I can't seem to find
Where it flows out of my mind
Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place
Perhaps microtubules is where I should gaze?
When they quantumly synchronize
Penrose thinks the mind arise

But I am still not sure
There has to be something more
It's not just physical
Perhaps inter-dimensional
Most certainly intangible
Completely unimaginable
But I have to know
It messes with my flow
This uncertainty of being
Believing but not seeing
What makes it all come alive
The consciousness that makes us thrive