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Or, you know, the biologically driven forms that are a strange happenstance from some other evo devo that we saddled ourselves with.
Since no one has to teach language, then it resides within. if you want it to be a soul, go for it. me? souls are messy creatures that like getting eaten for dinner, so I never invite them over myself.
All creatures have souls. If we are nothing more than biology, then how do we think?
No one knows yet, but thinking pre-exists formal language, for sure. Hellen Keller thought, but had no language. what she thought about, with no language, no one really knows, and she couldn't really explain.
We think because our brains picked up a side effect when they were trying to eat more, or maybe when we shifted to meat, or maybe when we stood up. it's all very very strange, as we don't have any brains to disect.
But why would a soul help us think. Animals think. They do not have souls? Or do they?
My cat eats souls. she's black. it's her job.
Animals and plants have souls. Your cat does not eat souls, nothing can harm a soul save suicide.
No- - she does. I've seen her eating my husband's soul right from his mouth.
And then she goes and pukes it up.
Vietnamese souls must not taste good.
I actually found Tolerance to Be a far more Amusing side entertainment.
You cannot refute my statements so you resort to ridicule. Facing reality makes you uncomfortable.
Indeed, this is why when dealing with reality it's best to do it doggy style and not make eye contact.
Does my pen have a soul? It writes beautifully.
But I love my pen. Ok, Chocolate is clearly ensouled. it was a plant afterall, and it's truly the food of the gods.
I don't clip my toes, but if i did, clearly they would have souls. i mean, they are toes.
purple souls. maybe blue. guess it would depend on the day i clip them.
You should clip your toes daily. Otherwise, you will poke holes in your socks. My grandson refuses to clip his toes, he needs to buy new socks every year.
Yes, well, again - french husband. Don't shave either.
I do clip the fingers on my left hand, but not the right.
few people get why, but those who do are imediatly my friends.
You previously said your husband was Vietnamese, but you are probably living in sin with several men. Why would you only clip the nails on one hand? That makes no sense.
Either classical guitar or fisting.
Bingo. but we'll leave which one to the wiki's imagination.
I love sin. I made me some sin most days. Chocolate sin is best. What you do is take a very basic creme anglaise sauce, and melt into it some valhrona chocolate. just enough to make is silky and smooth.
you can then float small pieces of a sweet bready cake, or cakey bread, like pound cake in the creme anglaise with chocolate.
Learned this one at my favorite restaurant near St. Germain on the the left banque. you should try it Talsley. it will add years to your life, and spit fire to your girly parts.
Two. one to hold the cellish goo... and one to hold the soul itself. duh.