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moose eater
soul transport?
soul transport?
i wonder where all my memories go to when i pass,, baffles me, honestly, is there some sort o cloud ?
Had a sort of epiphany last evening, nearly midnight, laying there tired, nearly done with trimming, etc. Listening to someone babble about air-headed nothingness on the tube.
Similar in depth to when you lose your car/truck keys, and search relentlessly, then ruthlessly to find them, tearing stuff apart, looking every place you've been, only to find them virtually staring at you in the center of the kitchen table, or, worse yet, in your hand. but without the frantic energy involved in such a search. This one just kind of slid into place for me.
Laying there, and who knows why(??), suddenly I found myself first contemplating the world from a botanical/biological perspective. Plants and critters.
The concept of 'eternal; life' and 'reincarnation' popped into my head, but from that botanical/biological perspective.
Getting rid of all the ethereal what-ifs worshipped by umpteen religions, with little more than mere faith to support elaborate claims of this, that, or the other, and sticking to a plausible concrete framework, it occurred to me that when we die (presuming we don't selfishly incarcerate our flesh in a tomb or crypt, pumped full of chemistry that prevents us from decomposing and feeding the worms, earth, etc.) we inevitably are consumed by living organisms.
Those organisms are eaten by other plants, animals humans, etc. and turned into other microbial critters. The cycle continues. Over and over, in theory, for ever, and ever.
And if a plant or animal that has partaken of the microbes, plants, trees, etc., ingests some part of us, how many times removed, especially if a human partakes of that plant or animal, how ever many generations removed, then we become a part of that being. A form of reincarnation, though not as soul-or-spirit specific as often thought of.
So as an Agnostic, I found a real and plausible road to both eternal life and reincarnation in the real world. And it was so basic and obvious, it was embarrassing.
There ya' go. A course of thoughts partly inspired by the widow bomb I just took from the lights, to let die.. I may have to save her via cuttings for reconsideration. She's earned an appellate review or trial, at least.
if i never ever eat at mcdonalds,
then why do my armpits smell
exactly like a big mac?
i think it’s one for bill nye the science guyis that a riddle lol
if i never ever eat at mcdonalds,
then why do my armpits smell
exactly like a big mac?