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Saturday, July 06, 2024

Verbatim Rando Online #1

~ Verbatim Random Comment Reply
to someone suggesting music is
the window to the "soul" (or
words to said effect) ~


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That’s…a mind-blower. Thanks

for that. Never heard it. Considering

it,

though. I’d say
music is such a
window! Wow!

One that conceivably runs
both one-to-one and one-to
-many,
where

“one”

is both producer and/or
consumer of music. Shit.

Too deep for my blood. See,
I’ve always heard “the eyes”
are windows of the soul, or
to the soul, which I buy. I buy
it to precisely the extent (not
“degree,” naturally) I’d buy
the independent existence of

“human souls.”

Not much. Not at any price,
and not at all “too surely.” But
still! If this is the definition of

“soul”:

  • a soul is the damage a body inflicts on the spirit inhabiting it
    -me

…and it is the definition of “soul,” then
it’s been damn hard to deny! Deny what?

That some-to-many animals have souls, given
solely where “spirit” means only “breath” or
“light,” naturally. The living part: exuded,
inspired, expiring with every division of

cells.

Being renewed…using hot, pokey, one-to-one
unions
even. Sorry!

It’s not supposed to be confusing, “soul.”

However, given weird janky definitions, it’d
take a real asshole to consider its existence
even supported or supportable. ‘Nuff said!

“Excelsior” is wood shavings.

Make Mine Marvel.

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