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Aug 2016
If we are to question are we different?  Man and women, on the surface the question itself is rhetorical and we need not point out the obvious.  It is of the existential scalpel that peels away the skin and flesh and disregards the blood and guts, the bones must be broken and burned and turned to ash and left for the wind before the question has any meaningful validity.  Though we will find no facts to our answers here, only the rhetoric  of opinions and beliefs.  We can only prove ourselves fools to pretend to know what we become or what we are without our bodies.  But to avoid the greys and shadows of things we cannot prove is even more foolish.  The question now becomes tangled in dissecting ideologies of the soul, spirit, mind, and heart.  Is there a difference in soul and spirit?  Is there a heart or mind that lives beyond the physical world?  If not, is it just lights out in the end?  A one and done life, no heaven or hell, no reincarnation, no returning to the stars, no second dips into the primordial ooze?  If that is the case, if nothing exists or lives beneath our skin or in our blood... then the question itself needs no other answer than the obvious.  But why ask it then?  Even when we know that an answer to a question can not have a right or wrong reply, that each answer we receive will be based on opinions, beliefs, faith, or feelings... doesn't the question carry a more important weight?  It is in both the differences and similarities that our answers place us within a common ground.  In a place we seek to find a deeper understanding and consciousness of one another.  If in our matter of beliefs there is something living within us, If perhaps the soul acts as the body to our spirit, mind, and heart at the end of our current journey and we do return to a primordial ooze or to the night sky.  If we travel from this life to another while leaving our bodies behind... Then the question would come to its full bloom and I would say (without knowing but feeling) that we are all more similar than we are different and in that we would most likely be the same.
Akira Chinen
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Akira Chinen  122/M/texas
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