Matters of Life and Death

“I don’t believe death is the end,” Harry said.

“And why’s that?” Terry said.

“Because we’ve all got this energy inside us. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only changed in form.”

“You’re talking about the soul.”

“I am, dear friend, I am.”

“But that’s absurd!”

“Is it?” Harry demanded. “We are scientists, are we not!?”

“Yes, that’s why it’s absurd for you to believe in the soul!”

“Not necessarily, Terry. We, as scientists are obligated to discern an understanding of the natural world. Science is recognition of the facts of the universe. Science is the desire to find true reality, rather than merely interpretation of reality as so many plebians settle for! But many interpretations are valid! And given how widespread belief in the soul is, in some capacity, perhaps there is some validity to it!”

“Perhaps death is not the end,” Terry said, thoughtfully.

“Yes. And, as truth-seekers, should we not put these interpretations to the test?! As scientists, should we not strive to better the human condition!? What could possibly be better for the people of this cruel, cruel world than to know that death is not the end?!”

“Nothing!” Terry stood up and exclaimed. “Yes! Yes! We must prove the existence of the soul! It must be done! For the sake of humanity!”

“Precisely, man!” Harry stood up and hugged the man.

They were both high out of their minds on marijuana.

The next day they woke up and forgot the conversation entirely, but decided they should probably imbibe a bit less of the devil’s lettuce. Or at least, they shouldn’t do it when they had class the next morning at their community college.