Musings and mutterings
A theological musing to start your day.
Are human beings ephemeral works of art? Installations, shall we say, along the lines of an Andy Goldsworthy daisy-chain of leaves drifting in a stream? Or is our soul the equivalent of a bronze sculpture, guaranteed to be around until the earth falls into the sun?
One argument for the immortality of the human soul is that nature doesn’e2’80’99t waste things, and that considering all the effort of shaping a human being’e2’80’99s inner life, it is inconceivable that it should simply dissipate when the motion of electrons in the brain ceases.
But what if we are Andy Goldsworthy daisy-chains of leaves, drifting in a stream? What if our ephemeral nature is precisely the point?