If you will allow me some speculation, honestly coming from the depths of my sympathy for you (which is great):
You're here, Dent. You exist. You don't know why, and that sort of pisses you off. You figure that if you are here, you deserve a right to know why, or at least to know as much about the system within which you reside as you possibly can. This is an extraordinarily noble pursuit that most people do not have the drive, courage, or intellect to take up. I actually admire you a lot, as the direction you have taken with material scientists explanations and speculations about consciousness much further than I myself am currently intellectually able to keep up with.
I think that's your biggest "problem" (do not mean it in a negative light) right now, actually. You're outgrowing your pond of people who you can communicate your ideas to because, quite frankly, they are just too advanced for me. I can't speak for Repug and others. But if you're going to continue down this road, I only urge that you take it to a professional level, and surround yourself with minds that are as advanced as you are, so that you can communicate with people "on your level".
Alternatively, you could always just say "fuck it", and use that big ole' brain of yours to live the most enjoyable life you possibly can here on your short time on Earth. Perhaps even use that brain to apply to practical world situations, such as poverty, anti-war efforts, and starvation. I'm sure I don't have to remind you how many innocent children are needlessly dying of hunger and thirst right now on Planet Earth.
I respect you a lot, and am not your enemy. I leave you with two quotes:
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Originally Posted by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
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Originally Posted by Buddha
This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is ike looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lighting in the sky. rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain
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(forgive the Eastern spice)