How much would a lifetime of experiences weigh if you could put a number on it? Just think about it.
I recently read a post on my friend Rey’s blog about the weight of a human soul. Does the soul have a weight?
It was proceeded with a photo gallery of subjects before and after they died. It’s undeniable that people do look different after death, and I’m sure there is a medical explanation for some of it. But I think the question of weight is a good one, and I’ve never stopped to ponder it. The subjects do look like they’ve lost weight. But where did it all go?
Tonight I was thinking about that, about my own soul, and the weight it has within me. There is so much energy contained in all living beings, and it’s incredible to think about how much that energy would weigh. The love and the hatred, the joy and the pain. A lifetime of memories, miracles, disappointments and failures. We all have those. Can’t you just sense a person’s energy when you’re near them? Some people have a really heavy, negative feeling that comes from them. Do you think that’s part of their soul?
I guess the deeper message I got was just thinking about my own soul in general. It’s something unique and special that we all have. It can’t be duplicated, it can’t be stored or captured. It’s a part of me, and in a way, I guess it is me.
This is the blog that Nathan’s soul wrote. 