Soul Value

What is the significance of the human being? Is it just our bodies? No, our bodies only do basic things like breath, eat and reproduce.

It is the consciousness inside that drives the body, he holds the real worth of a person. He is the one who can shake up the earth around him, and more importantly, the souls around him. If those souls are taken away, then the world is effectively gone. Why? Because by nature, people need to be recognized by others in order to feel significant and alive. The true foundations of the world we experience is forged by relationships. So a model of the human experience would not look like a cluster of single points with each one solitary, high, and alone, but like a graph whose significance only shows up when all the points are connected together. Our actions are relevant (even to person who does them) only to the degree they affect other people.

Let’s see Mr. Daniel for example. He was an accomplished engineer. His inventions had redefined how industry and agriculture were practised. Through them he had transformed economies and by doing so, shifted the dynamics of world peace and power. One day he visited a war-torn area. He saw how clothes hung limply on forms of adults and children. He saw that some backs were permanently hunched from constantly scraping for food. Fortunately, he was leading a band of wagons filled with canned foods, medical supplies, toys and other relief materials. But it was when he saw the children running towards him with gleeful eyes and carefree joy that his heart broke in both joy and sorrow. He saw oh so clearly what all his inventions really led to. He did not see the metal or heavy equipment that he worked with, but he saw the vibrant souls on the other end. He saw that the real world was actually, manifestly, the people he touched. Pay attention to the people around you today.

Enjoy your week!

-Storyteller

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Pearled Embers

Few men could stand the fire in her stare. She was hesitant, but whatever started that flame could not die. But she was like the unruly waves of the ocean that call out to an audacious sailor. She gave herself, then she withheld. She gave, then she retracted.

Precisely two years ago the man she loved had walked out that door – she screwed her eyes on it and felt nothing – days later she had received a call
“Hello, report on Mr. Dubois?”
“Yes” she squealed
“Today we located his body on the shores of Fonte-Ambre” Continue reading “Pearled Embers”

Wedding Part One

The woman shuffled to the left, she shuffled to the right and then to the left again. A neighbour tapped her, they conversed, then she finally decided to let her handbag slip off her wrist and she entered the isle on her right. The neighbour was the last person sitting on that end of the bench. L threw back his head. He wondered on how they make you yearn and yearn for the end of such long services. Suddenly, he noticed that the benches on his left were emptying. “Wow we’re finally leaving” he thought. He imagined that the bride and groom were ahead, leading the way out. Then the benches in front of him began to fill up again, strangely, the people began to reappear. Continue reading “Wedding Part One”