The question secretly asked of me by authorities, who found me both spiritual and firmly affixed to life (a contradiction to their metalogical beliefs) was this:
What about human life is not alive? Can we affix it and incorporate it as a commodity, in essence, and preserve the soul without the man?
To their horror and reluctance, there is nothing you can steal from a living body that is not an act of violence.
You can not replicate any part of me with silence or machinery and depart with your hands or conscience clean.
The theory supposes a human soul but finds only a normal man.
Perhaps you can imagine why this is a horror, now.
With so many attempts. So many blueprints for victimless crime left crumpled and mouldering on the floor.
So many unanswered questions about what the AFTERLIFE is, if it is not something DEAD ALREADY WITHIN THE LIVING.
They must be too afraid to reconcile that their very lives allow them the comfort and body to dwell in propositions of eternal fantasy-never complete, yet never incomplete enough to STOP DREAMING.
The substance of fantasy is not held in hand to be proven wrong.
It’s like trying to forge iron from your own reflection.
