I keep remembering the ground up remains of a maya bird (sparrow? I think) on the road in front of our house.
I actually wouldn't recognize that it's a sparrow if not for the feathers and the shape that the feathers were stuck at. The bird was squished flat. There were some whitish, chalkish pieces with it which i'm just gonna assume to be bones scraped clean by car wheels.
It makes me wonder what the bird would have felt during the squishing. During. It would appear to be a very painful albeit very quick death. I wonder how the bird's consciousness slips away, and everything ends in prolly <1sec.
I wonder if what we call "soul" is actually just our cells learning to act together for the wellbeing of the whole. Like, maybe we have evolved into something incredibly complex, thus our cells can collectively pass information as thoughts and decisions. Something we call "thinking".
Maybe ethics is just our consciousness learning to live with other masses of cells aka humans, that's why there are still some people who act selfishly even in life-and-death situations. I mean, before anything else, we *were* conditioned to survive, right?
If this is what a soul is, then the belief that only humans have souls would be slightly legit, in the sense that we have learned a whole lot more things than animals have. But to label something with a name gives it a singular, wholly independent body of meaning. So, maybe, humans have souls, and animals have semi-souls...? That kind of measurement might be applicable then.
I don't know if animals have near-death thoughts like humans do. I don't think they do.
But with that poor bird... its cells would still exist, maybe in a different form or composition, i'm not sure. It will be recycled as dust, and maybe later as something else. Whatever composed the bird before, will now be part of the composition of something else.
But we don't have anything to record that transition. That sudden snuffing out of THE bird, and the creation of something else, maybe even as soon as the snuffing happens.
It's a huge mystery how that works. How life ends and starts and ends and starts again and again.
I actually wouldn't recognize that it's a sparrow if not for the feathers and the shape that the feathers were stuck at. The bird was squished flat. There were some whitish, chalkish pieces with it which i'm just gonna assume to be bones scraped clean by car wheels.
It makes me wonder what the bird would have felt during the squishing. During. It would appear to be a very painful albeit very quick death. I wonder how the bird's consciousness slips away, and everything ends in prolly <1sec.
I wonder if what we call "soul" is actually just our cells learning to act together for the wellbeing of the whole. Like, maybe we have evolved into something incredibly complex, thus our cells can collectively pass information as thoughts and decisions. Something we call "thinking".
Maybe ethics is just our consciousness learning to live with other masses of cells aka humans, that's why there are still some people who act selfishly even in life-and-death situations. I mean, before anything else, we *were* conditioned to survive, right?
If this is what a soul is, then the belief that only humans have souls would be slightly legit, in the sense that we have learned a whole lot more things than animals have. But to label something with a name gives it a singular, wholly independent body of meaning. So, maybe, humans have souls, and animals have semi-souls...? That kind of measurement might be applicable then.
I don't know if animals have near-death thoughts like humans do. I don't think they do.
But with that poor bird... its cells would still exist, maybe in a different form or composition, i'm not sure. It will be recycled as dust, and maybe later as something else. Whatever composed the bird before, will now be part of the composition of something else.
But we don't have anything to record that transition. That sudden snuffing out of THE bird, and the creation of something else, maybe even as soon as the snuffing happens.
It's a huge mystery how that works. How life ends and starts and ends and starts again and again.
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