Sunday, January 15, 2012

They say that the eye is the window to the soul. But it is the soul that is the window. ~ Andrew Hamilton

I had kind of a strange thought the other day as I sat watching my oldest grandson playing a wrestling video game.  Video animation has improved to the point where, if you come in unawares to a room where someone is playing a game, you aren't sure if what you're seeing is real or created.  The body movements are so fluid, so human-like.  That is, until the face turns towards the screen and you look into the eyes.  No matter how talented the animators of today are there is one thing they can't create:  a soul.  The eyes are flat and lifeless.  I have been with people who've died.  When the soul is gone from the body, the eyes are empty.  Sightless.  Immediately.

As my mother died, she shed one last tear.  The hospice nurse told my sister-in-law and me that many people do that.  Regrets?  Pain at leaving?  I don't know.  But once the soul is gone, it's gone.

People argue all the time about what a soul is.  What it isn't.  Where it goes.  Where it doesn't go.  That souls create auras around people.  That photographs show them leaving the body. 

I will tell you what my soul is.

It is the thoughts in my mind that are never quiet.  The voice of me.  The essence of my conscience.  The inner me who gazes out at the outside me.  I know it is contained inside of me and yet it isn't anything finite that I can hold up and show you.  It is the image looking back at me in the mirror.  The part of me that feels joy and sorrow, peace and anxiety, love and pain.  Who communicates with the outside world thru words and touch and gestures.  It feels the wind and holds its face up to the warmth of the sun.  It heard the voice of God and recognized it when it did.  And it yearned for something more...all my life...some way to fill the empty void it felt until it found the peace that passes all understanding.

And people will argue with me, when I tell them my soul was touched by God.  And that's ok.

I know what I know.

8 comments:

Donna said...

Mine was too. Many times, up close and personal.

Pat said...

I don't think video animators will ever be able to capture all the hundreds fine-tuned muscle movements of the eyes. It is so true that you can tell a lot about a person's state of being by his eyes.

Rob-bear said...

I think people are souls more than having souls. You have confirmed that for me with this post. The things you write about are, indeed, matters of the soul. I trust you will keep growing in this, and enjoying who you are.

For my part, I'm heading into hibernation. "Finally," says Bear. See you in the spring.

Anonymous said...

When my mom went into cardiac arrest and they shocked her back, she then was in a coma for 3 days. During that time, her eyes were totally lifeless as you describe. They also gave her drugs so she would not remember those days...so we never knew what happened from her perspective then. Another hospitalization when she was so close to dying, she would be talking to someone/someones, and if you asked her a question she would answer, but would not say to whom she was speaking. She lived about 5 years from the heart stoppage. I have so much to ask her when we meet again!!

How does someone who does not have GOD in their life understand what they have not experienced? I face that frustration with one daughter. Maybe someday...I hope and pray!

CWMartin said...

I agree totally. Great post.

CJ said...

Thank you for this...souls recognize the essence underneath before the face...

"Abby" said...

This is a very deep and intriguing post. You're a wise soul. Interesting - your observation of the video game animation, and so true.

Anonymous said...

I so agree with you kris!