I read somewhere in a book a long time ago that God existed because humans had the capacity to think of a god. That without the capacity to imagine a thing, the thing cannot exist.

I don’t like that. Too many flaws in that theory. Atoms existed before we knew about them. And yes, we can go down the rabbit hole of thinking: Did they exist? Really? Or did they come into being only ONCE humans developed the capacity to imagine them.

And is a single source of imagination enough to will into existence a thing, or is there a critical mass that must be attained before that thing can be said to BE.

Then, what about cause and effect. Can effect exist without a cause?

These are interesting questions, that many brush aside as the meanderings of an idle mind. But if there is no thought, what is there? And who is allowed to set the boundaries where thought resides? Again, is there needed a critical mass? Or can a single thought define the boundary. And is the boundary malleable? Different for different scenarios. So much Grey smokey matter to work through.

And who is responsible for enforcing these boundaries. Is there a though police? The answer to that question, for me, is an obvious YES. Society. Culture. Dogma. Maslow’s bottom two (three?) levels of hierarchy.

What causes the mind to discover, test, explore, reside? in the grey beyond the physical realm of thought.

I’ve always had an outside “voice” that lives just over my right shoulder, observing everything I do, see, think, imagine, want, hate, love. It is a jerk. Judging me on everything, reminding me of my true intents when I am doing good deeds, or acting a role to attain a desire. I have dialogue with it, I don’t know how common this is. Some people I know relate to me, others think I am bonkers. I personally think I’m bonkers, but on many other levels than this.

I recently was introduced to an idea that that other voice is our soul. And I’ve been pondering that thought. The idea of an existence outside the physical, and into the grey area. An entity as real to me as my cat sitting beside me right now. But unprovable to others as – say – the existence of a rainbow to a blind person.

I’ve always believed in a soul. I believe all humans have souls. ^{I’ve never given thought to animals having souls, so I will leave that on alone for now.} I just had never thought of the definition or FORM of it. Common perception draws it as wispy ghost like entities hovering within and around us. I’ve read of the concept of the commonality of souls: that all humans are basically a single soul, derived from the light of God: that we are in essence, God.

I don’t know. That isn’t the direction my mind takes me. I like to think that my soul, this voice sitting on my right shoulder, is as unique as I am. That is makes me ME without actually being 100% a part of me.

What purpose, then, has a soul? Does the soul exist because we imagine it to? Or do we exist because the soul allows us to. Does the soul only come into existence once we become aware of it? Or is it there all the time, waiting for _something to happen to make us aware of it.

I believe in an afterlife. In heaven and hell, though honestly, I don’t dwell on them much. So, will we go to this other land, or will our soul?

So many thoughts. I’ll end this one for today. If you’ve read up till here, thank you 🙂