THE EPIPHANY OF A SOUL (SCIENTIFIC)

 

The old story goes

That when we die our soul soars

And ascends to the heavens above

But who really knows?

What is my soul,

My spirit, essence, energy, aura or glow?

Where is my soul

When I’m alive?...

I really don’t know

Because it’s supposedly there

Before we die

And like a fire, it’s said

That our souls burn inside

It’s seen in our heart and eyes

Scientifically and theoretically

Was my soul there at day 21

When my heart started beating

With regulation

Or when my ecto-, endo-, and mesoderm

Started their primitive migration?

Or when my synctiontropoblast invaded

During implantation?

Was my soul there at the first division?

The very start of differentiation

Because if you believe a soul is placed

There upon conception’s congregation

Then that’s to say you believe a soul

Is the product on an acrosome’s penetration

The culmination of a spermatocyte

Causing the zone pellucid depolarization

So is there a soul in a sex cell,

That’s haploid before our chromosomes’ combination?

Because even the novel sequences of the DNA

That makes us have known configurations

Ribose sugars, a nucleic acid

Chained helix and some phosphorylation

And those are each composed of known atoms

In different orientations

Is our soul there,

In the empty spaces between our atom’s nucleus,

And orbital rotations?

If our soul has energy then must it not have mass

That takes up some space in physical manifestation?

Or is it aura, a light of a massless glow

That emits from within us like radiation?

Is our soul really just the fact,

That we are aware and have come to higher realization,

A figment of our imagination,

Designed uniquely for the thought of self preservation?

But why then, when we are angry,

Our minds sense so much frustration?

And when we are happy

It’s our whole body that feels elation?

In sadness our entire essence is struck

In an act of desperation

And in love it is our entire being

That craves more of that sensation

You see

We don’t know what most of the universe is comprised of

But we still all see the beauty of its creation

That’s why even though we may never find

The soul inside us

I still hope your soul is my soul’s destination