I got me a Soul

Last Sunday I woke with the word "Fuck" groaning from my mouth. The problem with wearing your own Death on your left shoulder as a reminder of your mortality is that you get reminded at off-times YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE! Really, not the optimal way to wake up on a lovely Sunday morning with your lovely wife sleeping next to you.

I decided at this point, that I'm sick of that kind of bullshit, the kind of torture I've been putting myself through for the past few years. I decided that it's time to start believing in the Soul again.

It's been a few years since I had such thoughts, and I know I have no proof of Soul, no Overmind, nor any sort of post-life experience, but when looking at the Void, I decided I'll take fantasy over fact in this instance. Really, waking up with "Fuck." on my lips and not as part of the sentence, "I love it when you fuck me while I sleep." (which I've never uttered by the way), is just not a good way to start the day.

Theoretically I'm dead anyway. My thoughts are a byproduct of my biolotical processes which are in turn just things that happen. The atoms that make up my body are no different than the atoms that make up rocks, so at that level all is the same.

I live in a phenominological world. Shit happens all the time without my awareness. Honestly, what do I know? Why the fuck not believe in a soul?

So there you go. I guess the bottomline supposition is if I'm going to run a blog about taking on the aspects of gods from drawn from the various sources of fiction and/or collective unconscious, there is no harm in believing that I have a personal soul that lives on after I die.