Intelligence extends itself into material reality as a cyclone in water. There is no difference in substance between the whirlpool and the water, only a pattern of motion. We are that pattern. Moving so we are never the same yet mostly holding our shape. Until the conditions that keep us spinning pass away, and so do we.
So far as we are aware, we are the most acute spike of intelligence in the world, but we are far from the only protuberances. Anywhere complex order emerges from the interaction of simple components, intelligence spins itself from the void. We might as well enjoy this tilt-a-whirl while it lasts, for who knows what awaits us when this ride ends.