Consciousness is the smallest player in the operations of the brain.
Love was not specified in the design of your brain; it is merely an endearing algorithm that freeloads on the leftover processing cycles.
This is what consciousness does: it sets the goals, and the rest of the system learns how to meet them.
There are always wonderful mysteries to confront.
As we develop better technologies for probing the brain, we detect more problems.
We spend our lives on a thin slice between the unimaginably small scales of the atoms that compose us and the infinitely large scales of galaxies.