“The first man was of the dust of the earth, the second man from heaven.”
1 Corinthians 15:47
Here stands a man or woman with a shell, with a clear, gel like tube extending from the center or the body, leading destiny. Each human like an empty shell, a shell that may be various colors, deformed, incomplete. Regardless of this shell, from each extends a gelatin like, clear, tubular mass: The Soul- its consistency molded with multiple angles and dimensions, giving off a brilliant reflection like that of the interior of an ocean side seashell elegantly soaking up the gracious sunset. Despite whether the shell is parched from the crinkling burning sun of old age, or a shell fresh and smooth and light and luxurious, the interior consists, always, a rainbow of creativity and personality. Regardless of the importance of The Soul, the outer shell still holds great significance. For without the shell, the expression of The Soul goes without interpretation, uncontainable, hidden and immobile.
“But God gives it a body as he has determined, and to each kind of seed he gives its own body. All flesh is not the same: Men have one kind of flesh; animals have another, birds another and fish another. There are also heavenly bodies and there are earthly bodies; but the splendor of the heavenly bodies is one kind, and the splendor of the earthly bodies is another.” 1 Corinthians 15:38-40
As a human, as a woman, as a blonde, as a white, as a student at a private college- I am classified. As a woman, as a black, as a Jamaican living in the Dungle, another is classified. Unequal? Belonging to a certain community should not affect interrelations between other communities. Embrace diversity- for as one soul carries one kind of brilliance, another soul carried another, and another soul another. Each soul differs from soul to soul in splendor. A rose and a lily, not a rose to a thorn.
1 Corinthians 15:47
Here stands a man or woman with a shell, with a clear, gel like tube extending from the center or the body, leading destiny. Each human like an empty shell, a shell that may be various colors, deformed, incomplete. Regardless of this shell, from each extends a gelatin like, clear, tubular mass: The Soul- its consistency molded with multiple angles and dimensions, giving off a brilliant reflection like that of the interior of an ocean side seashell elegantly soaking up the gracious sunset. Despite whether the shell is parched from the crinkling burning sun of old age, or a shell fresh and smooth and light and luxurious, the interior consists, always, a rainbow of creativity and personality. Regardless of the importance of The Soul, the outer shell still holds great significance. For without the shell, the expression of The Soul goes without interpretation, uncontainable, hidden and immobile.
“But God gives it a body as he has determined, and to each kind of seed he gives its own body. All flesh is not the same: Men have one kind of flesh; animals have another, birds another and fish another. There are also heavenly bodies and there are earthly bodies; but the splendor of the heavenly bodies is one kind, and the splendor of the earthly bodies is another.” 1 Corinthians 15:38-40
As a human, as a woman, as a blonde, as a white, as a student at a private college- I am classified. As a woman, as a black, as a Jamaican living in the Dungle, another is classified. Unequal? Belonging to a certain community should not affect interrelations between other communities. Embrace diversity- for as one soul carries one kind of brilliance, another soul carried another, and another soul another. Each soul differs from soul to soul in splendor. A rose and a lily, not a rose to a thorn.
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