A bug has the same organs you do. A brain and lungs and a heart and a stomach. They’re the same, tucked into a bug-sized body at proportional dimensions.
What makes a bug different from you? What seems you sentient; human? Do bugs have souls?
When a maggot is presented with food, it eats. There is no situation where it holds back. A maggot consumes. A maggot survives.
A maggot does not picture the future. It has no plans. It eats.
A cockroach eats and breathes and shits and fucks like you.
What makes you different from a cockroach? A maggot? A fly?
Two things.
If you can withold yourself from the consumption, the destruction — the constant intake and desire and list for whatever you fucking feel like, you have a soul. A maggot can’t hold back, nor does it want to.
A human being plans. It sees ahead. It does things in an order by which it desires, the order in which it sees fit. A fruitless order, sure. Sure. But an order. Human beings invented time. Days. Seconds. Weeks, months, years. A second ticks by. A supercomputer can do a trillion equations in that second. A human can pick its nose. Are we different at all from bugs? Are you? Do you plan? A cockroach has no such thought process. It lives in an infinite second, wholly The Now. And yet, some people think true happiness is found in The Now. People advise this in self help books.
Do those people have souls? Those people who live second by second, going through the same thin motions as you, under the impression that they’ve found some sort of key? Do they still plan? How far do you go to live in The Now?
Hell swarms around us. We are so distracted by our own future, our own rules, our own vision of self importance and desire to continue undistracted. Unawakened. Can you see hell?
Do bugs go to hell? Are they punished for their lust, their thoughtless existence? You walk over them, not noticing as you shatter their exoskeletons and crush those organs. The same organs you have.
Will you go to Hell? For your self importance? Fruitless planning? Your societally imposed ability to hold back?
What happens when you let go?