Soul

In the head. Thinking. Ideas flitting about. Ordering themselves yet sparking to another perch for another thought. Something forming, just not yet known. Fullness of concept is birthing. Creation is taking place. It is not yet finished. Maybe in a moment, perhaps next week; maybe never.


The ideas that do exit the head for expression, still need tailoring to fit time and use. Aptness is a consideration. Purpose, too?


The idea, is it rooted in something? If so, what? Is it logic, history, mathematics, physics, or what? Playing with it, does the idea have value? Does it feel right? Or off the mark? Is it of value? And if so, why? What makes this idea a good one? Am I weighing its potential effect on other ideas?


What about its effects on others? Will this serve them or control them? Is control a service? What constitutes serviceable value? Is this idea something that will help others or harm them? What do we mean by harm?


What is the morality of our thinking? Is the subject of our concepts barging through the mind of worthwhile purpose and value? Why are we thinking of these things? What is the anchor for them? Where is their soul?


Soul? What is that? a name for the voice in the head? An identity that matters. A value for identity. A worthy thinking that enriches existence in some way, small, tiny or large. Soul. The guiding hand of how we think, how we feel, how we interact with others and make them feel.


Soul. The companion that tells me I’m OK and the now and future nows will be OK.


What is the condition of my soul? How well is it? Am I aware of it? And all it can be?


Same question for others. How well are their souls?


Together, how well is the soul of our nation?


February 3, 2020