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Do cheeseburgers have souls?
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We like to believe in an afterlife and thus we like to believe in souls. We want pretty things that last forever as our body ages, rots. The idea that are lives are finite confuses and depresses many who aren't living enough in this life... worrying instead about making sure they get to the pearly gates in the next.
We're all bits of skin. I feel that our lives are dictated by simple chemical reactions and the societal norms we subscribe to (or violate) in order to experience them. Like lab rats pushing on a button to get more food... we do what we do in our daily lives because it feels good or because we have to do it. Our motivation is simple. Our purpose is far from divine. Our life's magic, while great, is always tangible. We are what we do, not what we think or feel.
All this garbage translates to: We're self-aware animals with egos.
Deviations from the norm are rare. Mother Teresa was a people-helping junkie. God was her needle.
I figure the concept of a soul, like the world's religions, is something we use to justify that which we can't explain. Different flavor of the same funk, I figure.
Note: I don't have a college degree... so my soul knowledge may be lacking.
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Man, I wish Jesus and Allah were colossal anthropomorphic titans and had a huge throw-down in space between the Earth and moon so we could all watch.
Last edited by Plan9; 03-11-2008 at 06:02 PM..
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