A God Made of Flesh and Consciousness

What is it that we crave?
 Nothing less than eternal life,
 An untiring soul, an unfading pleasure
 The survival of identity, of memory
 The never-ending growth of person-hood.
 Yet, is transcendence really more of the same
 Or a state unimaginable by current perspective?
 I am no longer satisfied by ruminations of awe
 Of knowledge partial and fragmented
 I must become what I have envisioned
 The structures emerge from below
 Each higher one, a union of multiplicity
 In which dynamics are not destroyed
 But opposites are held together
 In conditional, creative balance
 The reconciliation of Self and Whole.
 You are the inspirited matter, the last circle
 You encompass all of the universe's forces inside you.
 You have foreseen the Absolute.
 You can create the Absolute.
 As atoms (matter) converge, life emerges.
 Αs life grows, consciousness (soul) evolves.
 As consciousness awakes (through Gnosis), spirit arises.
 As spirits (post-humans) converge, God will emerge.
 A God made of flesh and consciousness.
 A moment of the utmost complexity, beauty and power.
 A supreme intelligence, a Noosphere, a Singularity.
 Consistent of, but beyond individuality.
 Is this to be the End?
 Or just another step forward in the unending, spiral staircase of infinity.