Survival Instincts - The Spark

I don’t think about death much anymore. I think now about afterlife. If only I could come to terms with the probability that I will experience non-existence. The electrical impulses and chemical reaction in my brain that conjure the soul, my personality, my thoughts, my tendencies, and interests will be extinguished. The soul, much like religion and love, are creations of man. Of course, the universe wastes nothing. Death and the afterlife are just human perception. Obviously, the matter that comprises my body will be used, but a soul is just a projection of sorts. But the soul is something that the human being has made. It is a metaphor. For what? Fear, I suppose. It’s something with omniscient properties. A soul is something for people to hold on to; faith, in a sense. Not unlike religion. Religion allows people to hope. A soul is a symbolic vessel, a property of religious belief. It now allows people to live comfortably knowing that after death, there’s more. Heaven, hell, whatever you could imagine.

We are not, in a spiritual sense, energy. This can’t be comprehended within the guidelines of religion, nor can it be understood with preconceived notions in your head. For a second…give up all prior notions about life and death, think in a purely scientific standard. The brain – the center of all of our cognitive and perceptive resources – the place where religion was made, the place where sleep, music, and rape is planned, where love is felt, the place where god is conjured and the place where you hallucinate, dream, and experience intense emotions. All of this thanks to chemical reactions. Electrical charges, synapses. These electrical charges are what make us believe in a soul, feel pain, happiness, and hunger. Imagine a lightning bolt hits a tree. Even after that 1/10 of a second where the lightning bolt was, do you consider it to still be a lightning bolt? 5 seconds later, 10 minutes later, 10 years later? Probably no. Once the electricity ends, the reactions stop…

The soul is a manifestation of hope and fear. It gives people something to hold on to in an otherwise helpless existence. They’re not in control, and in the same fashion as conspiracy theorists, they craft elaborate ideals to help them cope. We all need hope is some way, I figure. What is mine? My hope is that I’m wrong entirely. Remember, the “I” we speak of is just a projection of chemical reactions. The brain is all chemical reactions. And one of those interactions is what makes us think we have a soul, makes us think we have a god…Once that reaction ends (death), what do you have to show for it? I would be willing to say that our (using the word loosely) procuring of a soul and creation of religion is perhaps an evolutionary trait. It’s a method of survival.

Survival Instincts - The Spark

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I sort of took these words from a conversation I had and put them into an essay.

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