Gradations of Man

My two dogs sit cosily next to me,
their eyes fixed on The Irishman. It
seems I have a soul but they don't.

I start to wonder
at which gradation in our Man's
evolution did he acquire a soul?
Was it on the day he crawled out

of the famous fetid primeval slime?
Or was it when he lit the first fire?
Was it when he invented the wheel?

Why do my dogs have to miss out
on the luxury of surviving death,
their future back to nature instead?

For how many aeons did Man lose out,

having to live like an animal without
a soul, and fade away as dust to dust?

Again I wonder
are there two servers, one for souls
who get the thumbs-up, and another
for those who get the thumbs-down?

When the time comes, is it turn left
for the hard drive of Heaven and is it
turn right for the hard drive of Hell?

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Author's Note

Irreverent probing material.

Reviews

[Beccy]

I have a beautiful little Border Collie/Springer Spaniel cross, who I am quite sure has a soul. It's those liquid brown eyes and the trust held in them that convinces me our species doesn't hold the exclusive franchise on souls.

You pose and interesting question here.

Beccy.

[Gerald Parker]

Thanks, Beccy. I agree with what you say about souls. I think my dogs have souls too.

Gerald.