Such a simple word. Elegant really. 4 letters, limitless interpretation, infinite possibilities. Ive used the word soul multiple times throughout these ramblings and I’m not sure I know what it means. I don’t believe in heaven or any form of afterlife for that matter. The universe doesn’t need us, it never has. Why would it keep us here after we die? The aether as it was called in pre-relativistic era physics doesn’t contain the essence of what makes us individuals. I recognize my own deficiencies when it comes to understanding the complexity of the soul. To say that there is no god would be ignorant and arrogant. The true burden of intelligence is knowing that the ultimate truth of life is beyond ones comprehension. Herein lies the conundrum. If the answers of my own mortality are beyond my comprehension then how do i make sense of this “soul” that i try so desperately to hide from the universe?
Coming up: The Traveler
author: anonymous guest blogger