My soul

When I was young I thought I had a soul
But what is a soul?
I used to think it was a spirit inside me
Descartes thought the pineal gland was its seat
I thought it was in my brain at least
If you lose your arm do you lose your soul?
(Of course not that's silly)
But if your brain is destroyed, what then?
Lights out
Then something happened
-God died-
Part of me died too
I thought it was my soul
When God dies the soul dies with God
Was I an automaton?
(A mechanical monkey)
How terrible I thought and I cried
"I'm like one of those crying statues
I'm like my dad's tractor losing oil from its seams
I'm a heartless tinman rusted from crying"
(That's a hint by the way)

I found my soul again
It wasn't at all what I thought it was
Can you believe it?
It was staring me right in the face
-It was my body-
What the hell?
The same guy who was the first to announce
-God died-
Also said this:

"I," you say, and are proud of the word. But greater is that in which you do not wish to have faith - your body and its great reason: that does not say "I", but does "I."

Ok ok if I switch "I" with "soul" what would I have:

"Soul," you say, and are proud of the word. But greater is that in which you do not wish to have faith - your body and its great reason: that does not say "soul", but does "soul."

Jesus Christ he's on to something!
"Your body... that does not say soul
But does soul!"
He who has ears to hear man
All this time "soul" had been a breath of stale air
I choked on it every time it left my lungs
I said it like a stuck record player:
Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, click
I said it so many times I mixed it up with my saying it
(Like: God, God, God, God, God, God, burp)
But my body was doing it
Oh was it ever doing it
I am it you see?
Why else would God resurrect a body?
(Ok so they had that part right)

These days I prefer to use "I" instead of "soul"
But they're really the same thing
They always have been actually
When I was young I was taught not to really like my body
"I" was a sinner
My body liked sin you see
(Did it ever)
This started all the confusion though
It created a fake wall between soul and body
(Soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, gag)
"It's got to be something different than my body!
I mean, look how many times I can say it
Bad body!  Go to your room
(With pleasure)
Soul you sit over there
Body you shut up and sit over there
Don't you dare look at soul like that you dirty body
(What, like an amputated limb?)"
What a lot of hooey!

It's built into us you see
When we're little kids our parents take us to learn stuff
Stuff they were taught when they were kids
We don't have a choice
We grow up thinking it's real
Words like "soul" refer to real things
(Well, as real as something that's invisible and can't be found anywhere)
Ok but they just confused things
I can forgive them for teaching me stuff they thought was real

I like the old way of saying things like:
"The boat went down and 30 souls were lost"
Or:
"S.O.S- Save Our Souls!"
(Nobody in Church has a sign with S.O.S on it)
Or:
"I went down to the kitchen and not a soul was there"
You see? 
"Soul" just means "person" or "body"
We've always known it probably
When we're not pretending it's something else

Take care

O man, take care!
What does the deep midnight declare?
"I was asleep—From a deep dream I woke and swear:
—The world is deep,
Deeper than day had been aware.
Deep is its woe—Joy—deeper yet than agony:
Woe implores: Go!
But all joy wants eternity—Wants deep, wants deep eternity."

Nietzsche, Zarathustra

Beyond Gut und Bӧse

“Gut und Bӧse sind die Vorurteile Gottes”, sagte die Schlange.

"Good and evil are God's prejudices," said the Serpent.

Despisers of the body

"I," you say, and are proud of the word. But greater is that in which you do not wish to have faith - your body and its great reason: that does not say "I", but does "I."

Nietzsche's Madman (or 1637)

"Have you ever heard of the madman who on a bright morning lit a lantern and ran to the marketplace calling out unceasingly: "I seek God! I seek God!" As there were many people standing about who did not believe in God, he caused a great deal of amusement. Why? is he lost? said one. Has he strayed away like a child? said another. Or does he keep himself hidden? Is he afraid of us? Has he taken a sea voyage? Has he emigrated? - the people cried out laughingly, all in a hubbub.The insane man jumped into their midst and transfixed them with his glances. "Where is God gone?" he called out. "I mean to tell you! We have killed him, you and I! We are all his murderers! But how have we done it? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the whole horizon? What did we do when we loosened this earth from its sun? Whither does it now move? Whither do we move? Away from all suns? Do we not dash on unceasingly? Backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there still an above and below? Do we not stray, as through infinite nothingness? Does not empty space breathe upon us? Has it not become colder? Does not night come on continually, darker and darker? Shall we not have to light lanterns in the morning? Do we not hear the noise of the grave-diggers who are burying God? Do we not smell the divine putrefaction? - for even Gods putrify! God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we console ourselves, the most murderous of all murderers? The holiest and the mightiest that the world has hitherto possessed, has bled to death under our knife - who will wipe the blood from us? With what water could we cleanse ourselves? What lustrums, what sacred games shall we have to devise? Is not the magnitude of this deed too great for us? Shall we not ourselves have to become Gods, merely to seem worthy of it? There never was a greater event - and on account of it, all who are born after us belong to a higher history than any history hitherto!" Here the madman was silent and looked again at his hearers; they also were silent and looked at him in surprise.At last he threw his lantern on the ground, so that it broke in pieces and was extinguished. "I come too early," he then said. "I am not yet at the right time. This prodigious event is still on its way, and is traveling - it has not yet reached men's ears. Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard. This deed is as yet further from them than the furthest star - and yet they have done it themselves!" It is further stated that the madman made his way into different churches on the same day, and there intoned hisRequiem aeternam deo. When led out and called to account, he always gave the reply: "What are these churches now, if they are not the tombs and monuments of God?""

The Gay Science, 1882