fugazi-book

What is a soul? Is it just as science tells us? Merely a network of cells in our head? Are our memories just a result of super-complex chemical reactions? What if magic existed? Would it allow us to see the truths of this world, allow us to gaze upon the heavens? In the past I would sometimes ask myself, does my Existence matter? Am I but a spec on a piece of dust called earth, drifting in between the giants and swimming through the stars? Is this existence we call humanity not even that? Am I not even that?