Looking through some of my old posts…
What the fuck was I thinking?
What is a soul?
This is my first post in a while, but it’s 1:30 am, and i got a lot on my mind that i don’t really want to focus on, so i’m just going to write about a subject i’ve been thinking about a bit recently, and that is souls. Not on your shoes, or the one in korea (haha, i’m witty), more of a deeper one i suppose. So i ask, what is a soul? I used to kind of connect it with a sort of consciousness, like having a soul is what gave us life and a mind. The ability to think and reason all came from our soul. I heard somewhere that a mind is what connects the soul to the body, and i rather like that definition. But then i started wonderring about multiple consciousnesses. How part of me wants to be a gentleman to a hotty at the coffee shop, and how part of me wants to take her into the back and do things with her that would make the ancient greeks blush. Of course the bigger part of me that is shy and just avoids her all together. Does a soul really incorporate all of these things? Do people with multiple personalities have multiple souls as well? That lead me to think we are all multiple consciousnesses, and a soul is just kind of a way of harmonizing those into one unified state. I do kind of like that idea, but it seems to conflict with what many others seems to think about souls. So i began pouring more thought into it, and i’ve come up with what i think is a good idea, at least how i look at it. A soul is a purpose, a deeper one that every person sets out to fulfill. Try not to look at it in a way that has to do with pre-determined events and destiny, just more of an overall goal people hope to accomplish. I’ve come up with the idea that i hope ties into a lot of things about souls. The soul mate, one’s connection with another that leaves them to be better or come closer to achieving their ultimate purpose. Maybe Heaven and Hell aren’t for saints and sinners, but for the fulfilled and unfulfilled. Heaven becomes a place for those who’ve accomplished their purpose, rewards await you. Maybe you didn’t do what you set out to do, and the world crushed your hopes and dreams before they got a chance to ignite. I don’t want to say you go to hell per se, but maybe you’ll end up in a Hades-esque after life, and given plenty of time to reflect on your past life and eventually get to have another go at the living. I also like to tie this into the selling of one’s soul. It’s kind of wrong because you’ve given up what makes you you. Your purpose and existence now belong to another, any drive or motivation you have is gone, only the desires of others drive you. Kind of a big deal i suppose. I’m not saying my ideas are what’s real, or even concrete, they’ll likely change within a week or two, but this was just an idea i thought i’d share with all 3 of you who may potentially read this.
Dying’s the easy way out. You won’t catch me dying. They’ll have to kill me before I die!
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| — | Yellowbeard |
I just had a moment of clarity, you know, I woke up. It’s like… you know when you have an orgasm on your own? You know, you’re sort of lying on the sofa watching some porn movie you bought on a drunken lonely night in Soho, and you’re lying there and everything’s going really great, you’re getting totally turned on by these absurdly graphic images, everything seems so right, and suddenly - phht! Bingo! You wake up. And you’re lying there sweating, desperately looking for the tissue which you know is still in your pocket, and the remote control which is somewhere on the floor, and it’s like walking in on yourself, you know? It’s just like “What you doing?” That’s how I felt tonight feeling my heart miss a beat everytime the door opened. “What the fuck are you doing?
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| — | Simon Pegg, Spaced |
Things Learned Today: If you get a Wii Fit board, do not put it on the top floor of your household, especially where your high-energy little brother can jog on it for hours.
