Scorn for Matter

The concept of the soul as something separate from matter is totally arbitrary. The idea that matter has no soul, and by extension that animals or plants are just meat robots or chemical factories is also arbitrary or mythological.

The lament "all we are is dust in the wind" is bleated from that point of view. As my body changes, "I" feel the same--at least as an adult--so death and change, therefore whatever "I" am must be permanent.

If matter's divine, and why wouldn't it be, then the unfolding of our lives is a divine process, as are our births and deaths.