This post started as a response to someone who posted this quote on the FB a while ago:
“You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind.” Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Now.. I like Kahlil Gibran… it’s not bad stuff–if often a bit too hippie-new age spiritual for me.. but this quote really set me off.. it went against the heart of my core fundamentals on how I view reality..
And thus–this was my response:
I’m just meat.
Or, in other words, this intelligence is just a projection that is merely a manifestation of the chemical processes of meat. Although the intelligence may transcend the physicality of meat in certain respects–it is forever tied to the meat and generated by it. It is not separate from the meat.
When my meat (insert corny sexual innuendos here if you feel obligated) eventually succumbs to entropy–hopefully due to time and not some violent incident–I shall cease.
I am at peace with this. Stories have ends and they need them.
So do I.