My Afterlife
Some would say their soul survives into the afterlife. Maybe.
We don’t really have a good definition for the concept of a “soul.” For many, it is defined as that part of a person which, after death, continues to exist.
My soul? My afterlife? That part of me that continues to experience reality and isn’t just an invisible cloud of energy, but bears some semblance to who I was on earth?
My children! My afterlife will be my children. To some degree, they are me. So, I’ll still be here walking around in the form of genetic predispositions.
A Phillip Larkin Poem
This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.