Soul

Many people think that the soul is this indivisible, incorruptible…thing that is intangible and can never be understood. Bullshit. I know because I’ve been there, I’ve seen someone’s soul. On his deathbed, my grandfather spoke to me saying, “One last thing, before I go,” the cheeky bastard was always in a joking mood, even when dying, “I need you to come closer.

Quite rightfully I thought it was going to be a joke but I leaned in anyway, hoping for one last punchline for his life. But when I leaned in, I had a flash. I can’t explain it in any other way, a flash of…something flowed through my body and in a single moment I had gone into his soul. You know how when you dream it feels like you can live a million years in the span of eight(ish) hours? That’s what it was. Darkness flowed out in all directions, I felt more like an entity than someone who was physically there. Of course I was, my body was still leaning in, preparing for a terrible joke.

There was more to see than I ever could in that moment. Hallways stretched on, each giving answers to various questions I could ask from one’s soul. I walked down one and it was a complete mess. I figured that his soul could be nice and sort everything into clear categories but nope. I had memories, experiences, smells and other concepts just strewn all over the place. It would have taken a lifetime to sift through it all which I thankfully had.