Qualia

When I feel that I am within a moment of intuitive focus, self-awareness and flow, I get the impression that I am mechanical.

A neurological, man-mind of organic wiring. Gliding though the passage of time with a constricted attention to each moment. The motions are snake-like, yet following some shortest-path principle. Each task on the chopping block, in series. A bit of ego in there too.

Now, multiply that by seven billion.