Merry Christmas, everyone; God bless.
[A shorter holiday greeting than years past, but Ted's been shrinking lately. Whether that's a general reduction towards nothing, or honing and transforming into a singular, purposeful point was difficult to tell. Either way, the holidays were a smaller matter, given his restraint. He was spending it as alone as he could, and had few gifts to give but the gift of philosophical discussion. Behold!]
For those who know some philosophy, I'd like to pick your brains on the subject of the soul and its powers and attributes. I know there are many here with strange spiritual capabilities, so let's limit the list to the general and universal. Here's what I know and hope to expand upon:
[He pauses there, thinking in what ways a corrupted soul's powers might be blunted or lost. His brow furrows for a few seconds before returning to holiday equability.]
[Again, another pause. Like many poor extroverts, Ted can't think much without talking; hence the habit of muttering to himself. So the thoughts this stirred brought troubling news and disturbed his countenance again. It would explain why disembodied spirits were so often troublesome; they weren't as they ought to be.]
And...suppose seven, being the perfect number, would be the perfect amount to end on.
[This is the most complicated, and once again, Ted's face shows his deepest doubt yet. Genessia had a lot of fun transplanting their souls into differing bodies with all the ease of drivers getting into new cars. He's read of princes becoming frogs, of course, but this wasn't that. Months ago he was a werewolf; well, was his human soul predisposed to the lupine? Or was it all simply farcical? More than that, they had the capacity to switch bodies altogether. Spiritually speaking, how could that be? If souls and bodies were as sympathetic and co-created as philosophy held, such a switch should've been far more violent than it was. Combine that with what they'd found out about their bodies by the GSRF experiments, as well as how easy it was to return to them upon death and the connection they supposedly had between soul and body...it was all looking very tenuous. Perhaps they weren't at all who they supposed.
The pause is awkward. If he's talking philosophy, shouldn't he share these thoughts? Well, it's Christmas, the season for cheer and goodwill. Not existential doubt. The clever would, no doubt, intuit all that anyway. No need to discomfort others.]
That should do for a foundation. Per the season, if you're in a charitable mood, I'd like little better than to contribute as you can. Go under the Mercy.
[A shorter holiday greeting than years past, but Ted's been shrinking lately. Whether that's a general reduction towards nothing, or honing and transforming into a singular, purposeful point was difficult to tell. Either way, the holidays were a smaller matter, given his restraint. He was spending it as alone as he could, and had few gifts to give but the gift of philosophical discussion. Behold!]
For those who know some philosophy, I'd like to pick your brains on the subject of the soul and its powers and attributes. I know there are many here with strange spiritual capabilities, so let's limit the list to the general and universal. Here's what I know and hope to expand upon:
- It is the seat of the will and makes all choice and decision possible. Granted, not all wills are free, but to have will, free or otherwise, the soul's required.
- The soul of men and creatures like men is de facto immortal, though not indestructible; God might annihilate one wicked enough.
- Sensitive powers require soul and body both; should they separate, out goes sense.
- The soul's powers are five: vegetative, sensitive, appetitive, locomotive, and intellectual.
[He pauses there, thinking in what ways a corrupted soul's powers might be blunted or lost. His brow furrows for a few seconds before returning to holiday equability.]
- All wills-slash-souls desire happiness, which is convenient, as that's their end.
- It is more perfect for a--mannish--soul to be composite; that is, joined to a body, and to understand with the body's aid. It may be separated from the body, and understand in a different way, but that is not ideal.
[Again, another pause. Like many poor extroverts, Ted can't think much without talking; hence the habit of muttering to himself. So the thoughts this stirred brought troubling news and disturbed his countenance again. It would explain why disembodied spirits were so often troublesome; they weren't as they ought to be.]
And...suppose seven, being the perfect number, would be the perfect amount to end on.
- The relation between soul and body is not accidental; again, for mannish creatures, they were...created together.
[This is the most complicated, and once again, Ted's face shows his deepest doubt yet. Genessia had a lot of fun transplanting their souls into differing bodies with all the ease of drivers getting into new cars. He's read of princes becoming frogs, of course, but this wasn't that. Months ago he was a werewolf; well, was his human soul predisposed to the lupine? Or was it all simply farcical? More than that, they had the capacity to switch bodies altogether. Spiritually speaking, how could that be? If souls and bodies were as sympathetic and co-created as philosophy held, such a switch should've been far more violent than it was. Combine that with what they'd found out about their bodies by the GSRF experiments, as well as how easy it was to return to them upon death and the connection they supposedly had between soul and body...it was all looking very tenuous. Perhaps they weren't at all who they supposed.
The pause is awkward. If he's talking philosophy, shouldn't he share these thoughts? Well, it's Christmas, the season for cheer and goodwill. Not existential doubt. The clever would, no doubt, intuit all that anyway. No need to discomfort others.]
That should do for a foundation. Per the season, if you're in a charitable mood, I'd like little better than to contribute as you can. Go under the Mercy.
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