One definition of "soul" is the attention. Your attention is your soul. Invisible. Crucial. Common.
(And by "attention" I mean what you direct when you "pay attention", what you concentrate when you concentrate and what gets jerked around when you are distracted)
(Like, you ever played one of the multiplayer shooters? Let's say that the player is the soul of the avatar. What does it look like when a player switches avatars? What does it look like when the player is away from keyboard?)
The internet has become a fury delivery system. The stories that infuriate us, they are designed for exactly that. Reality is something utterly apart from the stories.
Infidel defilers. They shall all drown in lakes of blood. Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark. Now they will learn why they fear the night.
Language evolves with every generation, yes. But I offered something different from that.
I offered that the relationship between word and thing was becoming more tenuous. Like two telephones drawing further apart. The conversation breaking up.
We talk less about reality now. We talk more about talking.
One definition of "soul" is the attention. Your attention is your soul. Invisible. Crucial. Common.
(And by "attention" I mean what you direct when you "pay attention", what you concentrate when you concentrate and what gets jerked around when you are distracted)
(Like, you ever played one of the multiplayer shooters? Let's say that the player is the soul of the avatar. What does it look like when a player switches avatars? What does it look like when the player is away from keyboard?)