i'm_searching_for_people_without_souls anne-girl who don't believe that they, or anyone else, exists we're all just ghosts, leaving no mark on the world there was new graffiti in the underpass today, and it was not my fault I am merely an observer don't blame me, please, I don't exist don't hate me, or love me I am not real I? that's all I am, an ego, I can think and observe do? 040921 ... sab for i have some to sell 040921 ... sameolme I've got game, but no player plays. 040921 ... god lot of 'em working for the republican party 040922 ... magicforest What we with souls are trying to do is laugh at the possibility that we are all the products of evolution, we will just live and just die with equal triviality and unimportance attached to each act. I'm not saying that it isn't possible. In fact, it seems more than likely that there is nothing more to life than merely being alive and then dying, filling in a biological statistic. What I'm saying is that a soul is what you make of it. It doesn't matter whether or not the consequences of your actions mean something to the planet. If you do something heartless to another and they don't believe that what we do has any meaning, then it doesn't matter, does it? They may be a little miffed, but they have no right to really get bothered, can they? So go ahead and knife them again, because they don't really mind. If they die, they die. That is that. But if you hurt someone who does believe that what we do has more significance than merely being an interesting little show of funny brain chemistry, then you'd better watch out, because they'll remember it. They are going to see some meaning in it, because meaning is in the eye of beholder. They are going to see what you've done as being significant. They are going to see it as a big deal. This might make you uncomfortable, because if they are right and what you do does matter, then you might have to deal with disgusting emotional traits like guilt or shame or pain. In this sense, you really can't afford to not treat others, believing it or not, like they have souls. It's just like the question of whether or not everything around you is real. Is that car speeding towards you actually there? It is only there if you let it be? Well, that doesn't really matter, because you can't take the chance. Biologically, if we wandered around doubting that our predators and hazards are real, then we'd die a lot. It's necessary for survival to believe, however shakily, that how you perceive the world is pretty damn close to how it really is. Then again, what is "really is"? Who determines what reality is if it can vary between us all? Think of how astonishing it would be to see the world--however inaccurately--as a place in which everything has some sort of purpose other than existing and then not, where what you do matters. If everything mattered to everyone, then regardless of what happens after we die, regardless of how small a chunk of biological history we are dwelling in, regardless of the presence or absence of a god or gods, regardless of all those silly things, what we do matters to eachother. It matters to all of us, in this instant, to all of us with souls. Who gives a flying fuck if it matters to the universe? Who gives a flying fuck what the real reality is? Who gives a flying fuck about the bitter truth to the world? How do you know that your particular bitter truth is the real one? For all we know, swallowing the red pill just takes you to another false reality. We can't know anything. It turns out that all we are left with is humanity's last resort: faith. 040922 what's it to you? who go blather from