My eternal self
in Spirituality ·
Benjamin Taylor6 said:Maybe the guy was just having some sort of intense, transcendental epiphany—you know, like he finally grasped the core essence of his own soul. Or maybe his third eye just popped open out of nowhere. Either way, it's a lovely bit of writing. The real tragedy is that life rarely actually works out that poetically.
I don't know. To me, it feels like once you actually catch a glimpse of the soul, you realize that my soul, an amoeba's soul, the soul of some caveman, and the soul of every single living thing are all one and the same. We're all interconnected.
So what are we even falling in love with then? Isn't "love" just a fancy word for a chemical surge in our hormones?