I hate to go all metaphysical here, but I’ve been wondering about the soul. More specifically, what the Hell is it? With that, my voyage to discovery began. And ended. I couldn’t even find a decent definition, nothing to indicate whether the soul is real or imagined.
I checked the New Oxford American Dictionary, a usually reliable source, and was in no way enlightened, just disappointed:
soul | sōl |
1 the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
• a person’s moral or emotional nature or sense of identity.
• the essence of something.
• emotional or intellectual energy or intensity, esp. as revealed in a work of art or an artistic performance.
Old English sāwol, sāw(e)l, of Germanic origin; related to Dutch ziel and German Seele.
Merriam-Webster was similarly vague, but wordier. They both used terms like immaterial, immortal, essence, nature. Great, let’s beat around the bush, I need the exercise.
Those definitions tell me nothing. I still have questions. Does a bug have a soul? A flower? What’s the structure of a soul? Tangible or intangible? Is it similar to a gas? What does it do all day? Where is it in the body? Is it free-floating? Does it really exist?
The whole business seems suspicious, in my opinion, too much like a poetic device for my comfort. It’s a fancy, lovely word, but abstract and completely meaningless. Brevity has a soul. Motown has soul. Discretion, food, humans, every single thing has a soul. ¹ Animate, inanimate, even the ethereal
This post, too, has a soul. Sure, it’s the very soul of deception, masquerading as thoughtful discourse. And I apologize. But, come on, you should be used to this by now. You take a chance when you come here. Great posts are virtually unheard of in these parts, scarce as hen’s teeth — even decent posts are a long shot.
But, bless your hearts, you’re such good sports about it I feel like a heel. So no more chicanery. I promise. I can also promise my
immortal soul is destined for Hell and damnation.
And now, if you’ll pardon me, ² I need to soak in a tub of flame retardant.
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¹ Except Donald Trump.
² Pardon me, also, for the reblog. I’ve fallen behind and can’t catch up.