When I stopped believing in a god, a very queer thought came to mind. If god is man-made and non-existing, what about the soul, the very reason people believe? Is there actually such a thing as an immortal part of the human? I know two things; I have a body, I have a personality and I quite safely say that neither are permanent. Considering that the atoms in my body change all the time, that eventually it will decompose when I die, I think it's quite safe to say that it isn't going to be here forever. My personality on the other hand has changed already during my years on this planet, and a decent bang to the frontal lobe and it might change quite radically and I might not be "me" anymore.
So, what is the soul? Well, a musical genre, to be sure, but does it really have anything to do with the human body? Is it just another creation of man to freak people out that there actually will be retribution after death? That there is such a thing that can be collected by an utterly selective deity, seem to me ridiculous. I don't believe that there is anything in the human body that could be immortal. I think it's just another mean to scare people into obedience, a mean to make religion make sense.
But what do you think?
So, what is the soul? Well, a musical genre, to be sure, but does it really have anything to do with the human body? Is it just another creation of man to freak people out that there actually will be retribution after death? That there is such a thing that can be collected by an utterly selective deity, seem to me ridiculous. I don't believe that there is anything in the human body that could be immortal. I think it's just another mean to scare people into obedience, a mean to make religion make sense.
But what do you think?
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
