Lately, I've been in "rant" mode but i think it's good for my writing (which has been so severely affected by my disorder). Whether i've learned how to access creative pathways which, for four years, my medication has masked or it's a sign of healing or perhaps it seems like it means nothing at all.....just along the plan/path.
Do you remember the movie "Awakening" with DeNiro as patient and a new doctor on the 'mental ward (Dustin Hoffman? Richard Dreyfus?) discovers a way to "unlock" the brains of the lost, speechless, mindless souls in his care. He soon became aware, however, that the social, mental and compelling minds which had erupted, would soon disappear. Explaining this upcoming reality to the character played by DeNiro was very moving, of course (i don't think DeNiro has ever done a non-moving character for me!!)...but it was a good attempt at asking the age-old question, "what is a soul".
Is a soul relative to the continuum of explanations of who we"are" (where art is beautiful and the green of the grass of late spring makes your knees buckle but also where people with guns kill people and where greed and disease thrive in boardrooms and street corners alike.).
What are differences in the quality of the soul'? Are there any?
But, what if i were medicated, mad and mute? What if i'm sheltered, stymied and lonely. What if i'm the Minister of Finance? What if I'm deaf? What if my mother died in a car crash instead of a hospital bed. What if i work, what if i don't. What if i get out of bed, what if i can't.
So: what is a soul? an invisible, dynamic experience which involves emotions thoughts and physicality which may or may not be expressed in the same way. (my def.)
Ach, what is this philosophical dribble. Sometimes i don't know where my mind goes...
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