Have you ever opened up your computer, and removed the CPU? I have. Hundreds of times.
It is a rather small, unremarkable thing, although - as we know - what it can do when powered-up, is quite remarkable. But by itself, out of context, and un-powered, it is only so much junk.
Even when it is working as designed: speedy, efficient, cool, it has no life. It makes and breaks circuits; lets some things pass and denies access to others. It does this incredibly well, but it contains no life, no adaptability. It is, to all intents and purposes, as dead as a Dodo.
Have you ever considered how much like a brain a CPU is? A brain can calculate. Sometimes it can do this rather well. Often it can barely do it at all. But that is about all a brain can ever do. Calculate. Zeros and ones, goods and bads, blacks or whites. Switch on, switch off. A glorified buzzer. Remove it from its host and it rapidly decomposes, along with its host.
Yet most people seem to worship the brain, as a God. It is the seat of ego. Not all that Godlike, eh?
Ego gets you by, in youth, until you acquire actual substance, via experience. The brain then comes into its own, freed from manufacturing ego, it can be very inventive and otherwise useful. But what's next? Can mankind evolve further than being an organic processor?
I say it can. Crows are a prime example of what can happen when a perfectly capable brain is left to deal with automatic processing, while something else takes over the higher aspects of being. There is currently no useful word to describe this 'something-else', because it is so rare among humans, that nobody has yet found it important enough to name. And those few who have it, see no reason to name it at all, since such people have long since discovered the comparative uselessness of words, when it comes to describing anything unusual. Or anything that operates outside of the framework of language.
This something-else is the next step in human evolution. Being, without thinking. Living without processing. Since processing places an impenetrable barrier between the living, and their lives. Such people are unable to learn, beyond simple things, and unable to experience, beyond judging whatever comes their way. Like the sound-barrier, that once confounded all attempts to penetrate it, this invisible, undetectable thing, stops anyone dead who lacks the equipment - the wherewithal - to break through.
Yet crows flap, in their noisy, ungainly way, right through this thing, without even noticing. And without anyone else noticing them do it. And how do they do this?
Not telling you!