Monday, August 1, 2011

Where The Debate Really Falls

Abortion is a difficult subject, so I'm not going to talk about it. I'm going to talk about the real issues which folk deny the existence of because it's too metaphysical, and focusing on abortion brings it down to earth.


I've thought long and hard about this. Yes, I believe in souls, not just in humans, but in animals too. Trees, too, I think, can have souls, but I'm not certain about the rest of the plant kingdom.

I also believe the earth has a soul, though it is so far beyond us, we can barely comprehend the possibility of its existence.

When souls manifest in their hosts in the real issue behind the abortion debate. Do they form as soon as the sperm fertilizes the egg? Do they form when the orgamism leaves the womb? Do they form sometime in between, or perhaps much later?

My consciousness started somewhen between kindergarten and second grade, though my furtherest back memory is from pre-school (my second-furthest back is second grade). I feel is wasn't until that point when I started to form my identity, my Self. Up until that point, I feel that maybe my body was host to a soul, but it hadn't latched on to anything, it hadn't taken root.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I believe you can abort a child several years after they leave the womb. I would have to be discussing abortion to present any sort of arguement in that nature, and I won't. I'm also not saying that I didn't have a soul until that point; I'm still at a loss to state that.

What I am saying it that having a soul didn't affect me until my consciousness started, until I started exploring my sense of Self and Identity.

If a soul is the soft side of velcro, then Self and Identity are hooks. You can rub together two pieces of the soft side all you want and they won't grab onto each other. But as soonas you introduce a hook or two to the system, everything changes. Instead of the soul just being there but not doing anything, it starts to grow and form a symbiotic relationship with the host. Suddenly, children start to develop their differences, and stop being all so much the same.