down on the street i'm involved in a chat with some knowledgeable sorts who seem to be under the impression that objects possess a soul. considered this over a cup of tea and i conclude i cannot prescribe to this idea. i guess firstly one needs to define what is meant by a soul, to which i was told as soon as you ask the question you are a step away from defining it. but language is the only tool available so i continue to ponder the question what is a soul.

i came up with the notion that the soul is the part of the living organism that has intent that is not attached to the material world. therefore when one feeds the soul by looking at a sunset it is not looking at a physical object interacting with another but an aesthetic sequence that is indefinable in beauty as the soul is in words. the reason it is indefinable is because once it is reduced to physics it has lost its beauty. therefore the sunset is not just physics.

anyways it's by the by, who really knows what's what in this old world, i don't, i'm just clutching at straws like everyone else, attempting to speculate upon things with my tiny brain and limited knowledge. often i come back to the fact existence is excession. no more can the ant ponder the spiral arm of the galaxy can we ponder the meaning behind the universe. our brains won't let us unless we put them together along with our minds. somewhere i read that our minds are in fact one mind. how cool is that, you who read these pages are in fact sharing my mind and i yours, like water in the mind exists in several states yet it is all part of the same thing.