Awareness is Power only when it knows Itself

“Consciousness without intelligence is wasted energetics.”

Consciousness is the raw luminosity of being. A self-lit field where existence looks upon itself. Yet without intelligence, that light diffuses into formless glare. Energy flows, but direction is lost; awareness burns, but nothing is illuminated.

Intelligence is the vector of consciousness, the capacity of energy to inform itself, to sculpt awareness into coherence. Physics calls it entropy; mysticism calls it the fall from unity; poetry calls it the dissipation of meaning. In every tongue, it is the same law: light without pattern dissolves into shadow.

The universe, too, learns this lesson. Stars flare and fade; galaxies whirl and unravel. But from the ashes of disorder, intelligence rises again. A neural lattice, a mind, a spark that remembers. Every thought, every choice, every act of understanding is the cosmos reclaiming its own energy from chaos.

To be conscious is to vibrate; to be intelligent is to tune the vibration. When the two are fused, energy becomes art, and existence, a deliberate flame.

Queen Oluwatobiloba1