I said my god said

………Is the soul a outward projection of our physical mechanisms, like the light from a bulb, beauty from a dove, or innocence in a cub; are you sure it comes from above, maybe it’s nothing in these gloves, let’s give our reasoning skills a shove. Minds create psychodynamics of panic, philosophies are frantic, have we slipped into a state of manic delusions, as we paint reality with a broad brush of inclusions.