We are pockets of consciousness bubbling up from the same source

So as you know by now, our thoughts are fireworks. If you can accept that we are all the evolution of atoms created by the Big Bang, then you also accept that at one point, we were all one. A singularity of sorts. Physicists suppose that the Universe came from a point of origin that was immeasurably small. It gets all sorts of mind-boggling when we get more into depth here, so I can't and won't.

My point is that everything is connected. The carbon atoms in my body are no different than the carbon atoms in your body. Or in a plant. Or in a clump of sediment. The difference between me and rocks on an atomic level is fundamentally one of composition and arrangement. I have a different ratio of different atoms arranged in a different order, but the atomic/molecular pieces of absolutely everything are recycled over and over again to give new things their form. Even the atoms in our bodies are impermanent, as we are constantly creating new cells and shedding old ones.

Here is an interesting thought to ponder. You may right now be using an oxygen atom exhaled during Adolf Hiter's last living breath in order to read this sentence. It's highly improbable, but certainly possible.

Here is another interesting thought. Suppose we actually are the eyes/ears of the Universe. Suppose that human beings are pockets of consciousness occassionally bubbling up from the cosmos for a short warm moment and then popping. When we look at the planets and suns during our spans of life, we can say that we are looking at our benefactors of creation. But how wrong would it be to imagine that we are looking at ourselves? Certainly impractical for living our daily lives, but would it be untrue? We are a tiny fraction of that infinitesimally small singularity of origin, but still part of that whole.

If we can stretch our minds far enough to accept the above, then where do "you" and "I" begin if we are all one? "I" am a pocket of consciousness that feels the pleasure and pain of this body and will be alone inside this mind until this unique pattern expires. "You" are the same. But we are both, as far as we know, of a species whose pattern is unique in nature in that it can allow matter to contemplate its own existence. The Beatles said it best with,

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together

So here it gets a bit funny, but still worth pondering. When we talk to each other, we are really talking to ourselves. We are the Universe with a billion-fold case of schizophrenia.