Does An Ant Have A Soul?
Does an ant have a soul? If it crawls on your sleeve Do you pause to inquire, “What do you believe?” In the depths of its hill, perhaps Level Seven Do the ants congregate and talk about heaven? Do the ants have a Scripture, and was there a Schism? Do they favor New Thought or Fundamentalism? Do the ants sing aloud, right from their hearts In contrapuntal harmony of one hundred parts? Or are they merely machines who live in a hole? What do you think? Does an ant have a soul? Does a tree have a soul, those that tower above? Do they think, do they feel, do they know how to love? Are they their own cathedrals that rise to the sky? Can they live all those years and never ask why The animals come and go, like the mist on the dawn While they stay where they are, living on and on? Do the trees have a Scripture, and was there a Schism? Do they favor New Thought or Fundamentalism? Do they sing with the wind? Do they subtly speak Thoughts so profound that one hymn takes a week? Or they just wood, rooted down in a hole? What do you think? Does a tree have a soul? Does your enemy have a soul? Is the answer just No? Can there be any good in a creature so low? Is he the scum of the earth, nothing but bad, Out to steal everything that you’ve ever had? A thing of pure evil, all minus, no plus? Must we do it to him before he does it to us? Or is there something inside him that will answer a call: Something you two have in common after all? But if you try to reach out, will he cut you in two? Is he just a machine (can that really be true?) Who dwells in the ground like a half-human mole? What do you think? Does your enemy have a soul? Do you have a soul? Is the answer just Yes? Or is your soul just a dream of your consciousness? The answer’s not in a book that’s been written as yet And you can’t look it up on the Internet And your ego doesn’t know, nor does your pride It might be wise to inquire of someone outside So what would be said by the towering tree, Or the ant on your sleeve, or your enemy? They might be more inclined to opine that you do If you tried to find out if they had one too But if you sail through this life on your own private sea Then I’ll never know you and you’ll never know me And we’ll always be pieces instead of a whole And we’ll never find out who has a soul Does an ant have a soul? Does a tree have a soul? Does your enemy have a soul? Do you have a soul?
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