Is a soul that part of you that acknowledges your own existence? An electric shock firing between two synapses does that.
Is it your own sense of value and ethical principles? Your genes and your environment that.
Is it an immaterial part of you that somehow includes these qualities, and preserves them upon your braindeath,
a hope which men in the face of death mass upon like fornicating frogs in the autumn?
God, where are you?
Please punish me.
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