the soul/essence/identity/necessity/spirit has been on my mind recently.
"How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver."
-- Oscar Wilde
well oscar, what is your soul worth? how do you enrich and nurture it? how do you destroy it?
i feel lately i've neglected it, that ive been destroying it. these days, i cant even stand to look at my own reflection. is it shame? am i drowning?
The Coup say, "Preacher man wanna save my soul, Don't nobody wanna save my life"
"How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver."
-- Oscar Wilde
well oscar, what is your soul worth? how do you enrich and nurture it? how do you destroy it?
i feel lately i've neglected it, that ive been destroying it. these days, i cant even stand to look at my own reflection. is it shame? am i drowning?
The Coup say, "Preacher man wanna save my soul, Don't nobody wanna save my life"
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the value of my soul is unknown until i'm dead.
that's a fucked up thought.