Sorry, I haven't really moved on with this preoccupation with the business of spiritual wellbeing and souls. Please just ignore me as I think, a tricky business, aloud. While my subconsious mind machinates on the concept of "I think therefore I am" where the assumption "I am" is a different entity to the physical me, let me ask you if you watched sex-on-legs Prof Cock explain the Wonders of Life? I'm quite happy to believe I'm just a cascade of protons but what about that dragonfly eh? What is the point of metamorphosis? I'm not talking Kafka here I'm talking caterpillars, tadpoles and the like. They exist happily in these states, successful life achieved, why the change into something completely different? It's bound to be something to do with sex, it always is, but it must surely have been as easy to evolve reproductive capabilities as a caterpillar, as the massive change to a dragon/butter fly? Well obviously not ... Think I'll have a look what Prof Google has to say about the evolutionary process of the dragonfly. Excuse me just a moment I will return...
Ok, not so much sex as flying, try telling that to the amphibians.
Here if you're interested.
So back to this, my naive outlook on souls /spirits. I have to take you round the houses a bit here because this thought process involved a conversation I was having with the lady who very kindly drives me to the hospice where I have art therapy - this is therapy not because I'm about to croak, but because I was and now I'm not, well not in the immediate now unless I fall under a bus, the kind of thing that can happen to anyone careless enough to be looking the wrong way. Although living as I do in a small village, buses are a rarity, it would more likely be a tractor...
... I was describing to this kind and long-suffering lady a soulless building. Not devoid of people, but devoid of character, faceless, dead and cold. Ah ha! Thunk I, I can apprciate the concept of soul - less, so by definition and logical conclusion I must know what I think soul is! It's an uphill struggle I know, I feel your pain.
I'm going with 'soul' incidentally because 'spiritual' is too intertwined and messed up with religion in my head and I can't convince myself that a set of rules and practices invented by mankind can have anything whatsoever to do with life, the universe and everything. And Tim who knows everything and uses long words says they're the same. Where was I? Oh yes our internal, if not eternal, souls.
Back to the beginning then, where we were thinking therefore we were, what were we? Well for want of a better word, a soul. Our thoughts and emotions expressing themselves as our character and personality, shaped by external influences for sure, but in essence apart and separate and making an individual, individual. So I think this ... If I am allowing negative external influences effect my thoughts and emotions to an extent that I can hardly control them and they are spiralling downwards, then my spiritual wellbeing is frankly shite. If, on the other hand, in spite of any malign influences and with the help of all the good floating about out there, I am what is underratedly termed content, then my spiritual wellbeing is good thanks, as is my soul.
I know this is pathetically simplistic but my mother was catholic, need I say more?
8 comments:
Nailed!
Ziggi puts down hammer, nods to audience and exits, stage left (probably to the pub!)
And rather eloquently, too, I might add.
I suppose you could easily describe the soul with colours... as in - I'm in the pink, or I'm a little bit blue today... etc, etc...
Today I am dusky pink with a little be of orangey warmth :-)
Sx
Gosh, learnt a few new long words from that link! (I especially liked Apterygote.) I struggled past the scary picture on page 3, but was rewarded by the peroration: "Only time and evidence will tell, until then the debate will rage on."
Amen.
Di, nailed? nah just sufficiently thought through to allow me to answer with some credibility, those questions being asked of me by people who are trying to help, however annoying!
Sx oh yes that's perfectly true, we have black moods, we're geen with envy, we see red. Isn't thay interesting?
Tim, I was just crediting you and your long words when you popped up - you must have read that very quickly!
I felt a bit daft after writing that because all evolution is mystifying, unless you were a dnosaur and were (probably) wiped out by a large rock landing on your head, then there doesn't seem much point in evolution. The apes from whom we are descended until it's proved otherwise, seem quite happy being apes; why did the missing link bother evolving further? But then does there need to be a point? Evolution just is, and life will continue to evolve around the environment in which it finds its self. Survival being the only point. It's a shame that man, arguably the most evolved, is destroying it.
Nice. I like that - it seems to cover the essentials and leaves a bit of space for the ineffable (Got that long word from Tim).
Mig doesn't ineffable sound too fluffy to be indescribable?
Very well put, Zig. I think it's a pointless question though, because if they catch you on a day when your SW is a bit rubbish, it's actually more lowering to the morale to say so, or so I've found.
Jeez. Blog entries are like buses on this site. You wait for ages then three come along at once.....
For what it's worth, I think my whole spirit has changed completely in the past twenty years. I think I'd find my younger self BORING.
No sex was involved... because it's all spiritualI've just evolved like the dragonfly....
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