Yesterday, somewhere in the ether, Ashley Morris turned 45. As I sat on an airplane headed back to New Orleans, I scanned the world from above and wondered what happens to the much-theorized-about non-corporeal aspect of the body or, in other words, the soul of the dead. Is it everywhere at once? Is it beyond the constraints of space and time? Does it split into many billions of particles that do as they please? Or, are we nothing after death but in the minds of the living? On getting home, I made myself a peanut butter sandwich, with extra peanut butter, and enjoyed the hell out of it.
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“Or, are we nothing after death but in the minds of the living?”
No it’s just a posthumous birthday reminder sent to the living via Plaxo. Not quite so profound, I guess, but just as jarring.
The above should have read “No we’re a posthumous birthday reminder sent to the living via Plaxo”
I hate when my half-distracted writing steps all over a line like that.
Yeah, that freaked me out, too. I was also thinking of my mother-in-law and another friend who have died since Katrina. In our effort to give this life meaning, we come up with theories. Do we really live on as this fanciful thing known as a soul or is it all over once you flatline? The beauty is we’ll never know, so why bother?
When we die, we go back to where we were before we were born.
Peace,
Tim
Tim: In my (quasi-Hindu) case, that would be my former birth. Yikes.
If we go by the HinJew view, when you die, you die – but it doesn’t mean you can’t still dream about other lives, bubeleh…
I really miss the mon’s rants. There is/was no equal. Enjoy that sandwich, because in the hereafter or herebefore there are might only be Panera.