Artifice wants you to look away, but if you look at it, you will see marvels.
The human body meets the giants (here Lombardy poplars full of starlings) and responds, body to body. The body is dwarfed in size and yet takes on the size in imagination at the same time. It apprehends that re-scaled body image, and is conscious of it. This is not the consciousness of the “conscious mind”. There’s a place for that, too, though. It lives in the awareness of that image-making, and in the translation of the bodily consciousness into pattern, language, mark, and artifact. Those are five different experiences. They occur at the same time. They form an ecosystem of thought. Calling one alone “conscious” is just sad.