“Come, said my
soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultous waves,)
Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on
Ever and ever to the verses owning - as, first, I here and now,
Signing for soul and body, set them to my name,
Walt Whitman.”
Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultous waves,)
Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on
Ever and ever to the verses owning - as, first, I here and now,
Signing for soul and body, set them to my name,
Walt Whitman.”
The poet listens to his
own soul – a muse from within that causes him to consider an
other-worldly existence as an eternal scribe composing verses about
his time on Earth. Just what is the soul, the principle of life that
serves as an elan vital or vital impetus of each human being?
What is this evolutionary, unique spirit so often referenced yet
seldom considered?
Is the soul material?
Duncan MacDougall (1866-1920) was a medical doctor in Haverhill,
Massachusetts, who in 1907 attempted to prove the existence of the
human soul in a scientific manner. His reasoning was that the soul
has a certain physical weight, which would leave a person at the
moment of death (or up to a minute later, if the person had had a
"sluggish temperament"), causing him or her to become lighter.
MacDougall conducted
experiments using a bed fitted with a sensitive set of beam scales,
and he convinced a series of terminally ill patients to lie on it during
the final moments of their lives. (A very small sample, as you may have guessed.)
MacDougall recorded not
only each patient’s exact time of death, but also his or her total
time on the bed, as well as any changes in weight that occurred
around the moment of expiration. He even factored losses of bodily
fluids like sweat and urine, and gases like oxygen and nitrogen, into
his calculations. His conclusion was that the human soul weighed
three-fourths of an ounce, or 21 grams.
Since then, science has
ruled out such a view of soul substance. Nobody has been able to
reproduce the results of MacDougall's experiment. Nevertheless, 21 grams of soul remains as
a mysterious myth, the stuff of fantastical films and speculation.
Traditionally, science has
dismissed the soul as an object of human belief, or reduced it to a
psychological concept that shapes a person's cognition of the
observable natural world. The terms "life" and "death"
are thus nothing more than the common concepts of "biological
life" and "biological death."
And, to this point, a soul
has never been seen under an electron microscope, nor spun in the
laboratory in a test tube or ultra-centrifuge. According to this
view, nothing appears to survive the human body after death.
But …
Recently, biocentrism and
other scientific theories have also started to challenge old beliefs.
One British scientist in particular, world-renowned physicist Sir
Roger Penrose, is at the forefront of a theory that claims humans
have souls which don't die along with the body. Penrose believes that
it's just a packet of information stored at a quantum – or
sub-atomic – level.
“The
beyond is an infinite reality that is much bigger… which this world
is rooted
in. In this way, our lives in this plane of existence are
encompassed, surrounded, by the afterworld already… The body dies
but the
spiritual
quantum field continues. In this way, I am immortal.”
Penrose argues that if a
person temporarily dies, this quantum information is released from
the microtubules and into the universe. However, if they are
resuscitated the quantum information is channeled back into the
microtubules and that is what sparks a near death experience. “If
they’re not revived, and the patient dies, it’s possible that
this quantum information can exist outside the body, perhaps
indefinitely, as a soul.”
So, some new science
believes that after someone passes away, “their soul does not die
but goes back to the universe.” The understanding is that a 20-watt fountain of energy
operating in the brain doesn’t go away at death. One of the surest
axioms of science is that energy never dies; it can neither be
created nor destroyed.
A 2013 study by Japanese
scientists added some proof to the theory by Penrose. Researchers
detected vibrations in the microtubules. Penrose and noted
anesthesiologist Stuart Hammeroff then proposed that by focusing
brain stimulation on these vibrations one could conceivably “benefit
a host of mental, neurological, and cognitive conditions."
Ideas about quantum
effects in the brain are viewed with great skepticism. Yet, although
quantum consciousness is widely derided as mystical woo, it just will
not go away. No one quite knows what to make of this theory, but
conventional wisdom goes something like this: Their theory is almost
certainly wrong, but since Penrose is so brilliant (“One of the
very few people I’ve met in my life who, without reservation, I
call a genius,” physicist Lee Smolin has said), we’d be foolish
to dismiss the theory out of hand.
Now, I'm not a physicist,
and my extremely finite 68 year-old mind has trouble just
remembering my upcoming doctor's appointment, so I read new
scientific theories and come away with little more than fantastic
designs. In other words, I love to speculate on concepts like the
soul, but I tend to remain in the shallows when considering things
like microtubules and quantum effects.
I sincerely believe I have
a soul. Where does it go? I don't know. My concept of heaven is not
golden streets and pearly gates. I guess I am not much for rich
surroundings and harp music. My most comforting speculation? Perhaps
the human soul spends eternity exploring the never-ending universe
while having new adventures and making new memories.
My brother, a computer
engineer who just turned 80, imagines his eternal soul as a
replacement for Starman, the mannequin passenger of the cherry-red
Tesla Roadster that SpaceX sent to outer space last year. It was
Tesla and SpaceX CEO Elon Musk’s personal vehicle and was blasting
David Bowie’s 1969 classic Space Oddity as the rocket blasted off.
The current location of the roadster is 186,802,86 miles
from Earth, moving away from Earth at a speed of 5,063 mph. That is a
reality … a beautiful one at that.
Brother Phil envisions his
spirit behind the wheel on an infinite journey to the far reaches of
the universe and beyond. Now, that's soul travel with style – easy
to comprehend and stylishly fantastic. Maybe that's what Walt Whitman
would consider traveling first class – “Ever with pleas'd smile
I may keep on.” Just a theory, mind you, but so fitting a
conclusion in support of eternal satisfaction.
Into the
Mystic
Van
Morrison
We were
born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now
hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic
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