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Once you spend time consciously thinking about consciousness and the theory and science of it, you lose some part of your childhood innocence. It’s the price you pay for waking up, and taking interest in learning about the concepts leading to consciousness.
You can no longer hold the perspectives of innocence that you once had. You can reflect and appreciate them. You can see (you are conscious of) your own children being fascinated, charmed, baffled, and amazed by things that don’t fascinate or amaze you any longer. Because you understand them - so you've lost the ability to be gobsmacked by some feature of the world that used to just knock your socks off.
By gaining more information, by spending time “growing up” and living, and ultimately discovering the open questions scientist haven’t answered, you realize there’s so much to know. To understand consciousness, you have to look at a lot of different philosophies, theories, and science.
Once I started digging I became even more gobsmacked.
That's the other side of losing the childhood perspective. It’s an easy bargain though for me at least, I favor more knowledge rather than less here's the fact that enchants me now.
In my body there are trillions and trillions of little motor proteins and they're moving stuff around in cells and outside of them - they are walking along on little microtubular highways - where do they get their power from?
They get a lot of their power from the chaotic bouncing round of water molecules inside the cell and all over the extracellular matrix. Within the collagen matrix, these molecules are sailing, cruising, and exploring. There they're utilizing the uncontrolled energy in the water molecules to push them forward. These fibroblasts and proteins have little arms in effect so that they can control which way they which way they go, harnessing the energy of the turbulence in their environment.
Like having trillions and trillions of little housekeepers tinkering with the matrix and helmsman in there steering the ships.
My experience of the world around me and within me is a type of qualia. Being consciously connected to these experiences with knowing and the ability to express these happenings seems to answer those “hard questions” of science. The “who am I”, “What is the universe made of?” “How did life begin?” kind of questions that rattle me some days as I ponder on the amazing gift life is.