The Soul

It’s time to define this word one way or another, or give up entirely.

Personally, I can’t even imagine how to define this word; in truth, I’m happy to give up. I don’t want to decorate the machinations inside my mind by giving them this surreal label.

However, some people don’t intend to give up. As such, I will lose my last drop of hope for a multi-cultural monstrosity… the soul. It’s still with me, dragging me to the mirage of irrational belief; so all I can do is look into its wondrous face and smile.

If I just asked someone, somewhere, at some point, who would be able to give a precise, sensible, and clear definition of this thing? Has there ever been at least one approximate thesis? Even asking an individual, personally, what they think this thing could be, I might still have nothing.

The processes in my brain that allow me to process information, that allow me to think, understand, see and know, remember, love, cry, enjoy life and the wonders around me — THESE THINGS ARE REAL.

These things truly exist. I don’t know why people are afraid to believe in this, why they try to hide from it as if lack of consciousness were not merely the sum of all our suppressed capacities. Why aren’t these wonders enough for everyone? What has to be so magical?

I am happy with much, even if it seems like little.