On Consciousness

I am struggling with the concept of consciousness as I am increasingly conscious of my own consciousness. It grows in mysticism and mystery.

Are we assigned our own measured portion that begins upon our birth confined to our own physicality And ends with our demise?

Or do are we apportioned a share of a larger state of being part of a bigger whole that lives beyond our all too temporal boundaries and pre-exists before we struggle on our own often desperate journeys.

And what does it mean when we meet another portion of consciousness that seems to intersect our own imbued with an uncanny sense of shared experience and understanding that seems to draw together by forces more powerful than reason?

Every day I am conscious of knowing less than I did the day before.