this reminds me slightly of the library in the parliament buildings
Why do people die? I don’t understand how something as precious as life can be taken away simply by the absense of a heart. Ironic isn’t it? Without a heart, we cannot live; and without heart, there is no purpose to life. It is impossible for chemical reactions to be responsible for all the emotions we are able to depic; some of them we can’t even explain in words, let alone with chemical equations. So this is evidence of a God then, right? There has to be a purpose, because we aren’t just bags of chemicals, roaming the Earth. We have hopes, dreams and desires that science cannot explain. Where is God in death, then? How can He let something as magnificent and beautiful as a human; a human soul, go to waste? I often wonder where our souls come from, and how we are capable of making them so intricate and unique, all in one life time. A life’s work, all gone into making a difference and shaping ourselves into impecable beings; striving for perfection, creating our own character; soul. What happens to it when we pass? Does it just vanish? Or get wiped clean and inserted into another being as a clean slate? Or does it live on in another place? The latter must be correct; they must go somewhere. I don’t know where that somewhere is, but I bet it’s beautiful- full of masterpieces of intricate life lessons and feelings never to be forgotten. If all that would vanish, what would be the point of living? Just so our bodies can be recycled carbon in the Earth’s soil? No, there has to be more than that. But perhaps our minds were not made to be capable to comprehend these questions.