"Screen Your Worry From What You Won't Ever Find."

"One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other."
-Lord Byron

This semester, my honors seminar is a class on brain plasticity and the immeasurable possibilities of such an astounding capability. While I could go on for quite a few blogs as to the content of the course and the many implications of such plasticity, this blog is addressed towards our uncharacterstically philosophical discussion near the end of today's class. Our readings for discussion today were centered around the capabilities of thought, visualization, and imagination as they relate to brain synapses and the resulting physical performance of a specific task. Like I said, I could go on a tangent for quite some time of all the course work and class discussions, but to get to the point, near the end of class today, one girl brought up the idea of one's soul. Well, one thing inevitably led to another and next thing you know we had begun to undertake the timeless uncertainty of where's one's soul existed, whether or not we are all born with one or whether or not we must be taught to have a soul, if it is separate from the body or somehow incorporated within, if we can lose our soul, whether or not we even have one. I'm sure I probably built this particular blog up with anticipation for some sort of answer, or insight at least into my perspective on the matter. However, I myself find my own opinion throughly lacking with so many questions left unanswered. I suppose I have always thought of one's soul as a shapeless energy of sorts somewhere within each individual's mind, which to me is the root of everything that makes us who we are as a person, as an individual, as Chase. Does this soul linger after the extinction of one's mind, of one's life? I believe so. How? That I don't know. That I don't think anyone has an answer to if it does indeed endure. I feel as if this is the beginning of a philosophical resurgance for me. It seems ages since I've really thought deeply about something like this. Profound thought is an essential part of our growth as individuals as well as a human race. Without it, I feel as if we are doomed to complacency. But it's getting late, I feel like my own mind is turning into a jumbled mess from the anticipation of some much needed sleep. Hopefully there will be more to come on this topic.

“You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.”
-C.S. Lewis