The Limits of Our Sight

 

I am still thinking about souls.

Do we attribute character and uniqueness to beings as small and swift as a hummingbird? I think we do despite the difficulty we have in really seeing them. They move in a constant blur. They exist in time that is shifted from our own. What about butterflies? You have a sense of a butterfly’s soul, don’t you? Butterflies carved into concrete in concentration camps came to represent hope and death. Tell me there isn’t soul in that.

But what about ants, mosquitoes, bacteria, or even viruses? It’s harder to imagine soul exists there, isn’t it?

Now, imagine there are cosmic beings with intelligence, with soul. What if they exist on the scale of galaxies? Should they look at us as a simple slime that covers the grain of sand called Earth? Should they see us as lacking souls?

You see where the limits of our thoughts can lie, don’t you? We’re trapped in our sense of time, long compared to the life of a moth, but brief compared to the interminable life of our sun. We’re so limited to our scale of being. We can’t really see and imagine on the scale of cells or smaller and we’re blind to life that could exist on an astronomical scale.

Who is to know the true breadth and depth of a soul?

Thank you for listening, jules

 
 
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