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I believe it is a stain on your mortal soul not
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>i am with you all the way on that one, ed. tho are souls
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Not my comment but yes, one would certainly hope their (fill in the blank_______) is immortal, but that too flies in the face of the reality of the universe.

I suspect if one believes their "soul" is created by (I’ll call it) "the omnipotent administrator", and counter to the Biblical or Koranic concepts or ideas on death; one's own entity continues on after the death of the flesh and we will live forever "...in (the) sprit".

Here is where people have not thought out "afterdeath": many people believe they will return as perfect "flesh": unchanging-immortal. Others think of an immortal spirit. "Spirit" is more like it since spending eternity as a perfect "being" of flesh would bore me to: shall I say it? Death.
How many perfect 12 lb Bass could a person catch, or how many stringers of fat-delicious catfish before you (I) got bored to tears? Or to make love to how many virgins in a day or eat all the chocolate one wants without somewhere along the way seeking death?
Me? I have dared death: under 61 parachute canopies and 22 months of combat.

But my mind, that which I would want to have always, allows me to soar above the clouds: if I want, my mind lets me stand on the Moon-unaided. My mind lets me think of stars: not just stars in the sky, but standing on stars, or whisking me, on a whim-to far off galaxies: we cannot do that in the flesh.

There are Spring mornings, days so perfect we wish they could last forever.
But they too vanish-as Cervantes has Don Quixote say: "in a trice", leaving behind the noise and stink of reality.
They are so fleeting-those perfect days in the flesh and so an undying "spirit" must be better after all.