There Is No Material SoulThat's right. No immortal soul, no conscious essence of you that has been about before nor will go on after you die. Nothing that could be bottled, stolen, corrupted; sent to a supernatural realm, heaven, h3ll.
Your transient and wonderful essence; the flame of your life, the broiling and ferocious sun of your passions and desires - it burns so long as your body is alive to carry it. The cascading light of your time so far, and the sum of everything and everyone who has graced your existence - it lives within your precious memories and glimmers in your every step along your path. Whom we have been, who will we become never leaves us, it is us.
That beautiful and marvelous essence of you - it is you, the summation of your weary bones and tight skin, and the glory of your mind and heart so intrinsically interwoven. Let no-one ever disrespect you and your totality by telling you that a soul exists beyond yourself.
You are unique and precious because of your temporary presence in this world. You came from the threads of matter and hope and wonderment, they brought the unimaginably long past to this point and wove you with the love of the universe. And when you die, you will let go this weaving; your actions and choices and love will echo subtly down the ages till the end of time as things unravel, your matter will become so many other glorious things. And the bright flare of your essence will be precious as a vital, pivotal point in time.
This is time's gift, matter's gift to you.
Your threads will last forever, but you matter so much only because your exquisitely individual identity will not.
So shine, shine and burn; burn as bright as the tungsten flame that is life - beginning and end.
TheTardyDodo 31-35, M 6 Responses 15 Jun 23, 2007