I don’t believe in fairy tales about chakras or energy or the power of belief. There is no such thing as spirit. We are made of matter and nothing more. We are just another tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe.
The moon will be full in three days. Your spirit shall forever remain among the humans. You shall age like them, you shall die like them, and all memory of you shall fade in time. And we’ll vanish along with it. You will never see us again.
They are singing the legend of Tarzan. For many moons he was thought to be an evil spirit. A ghost in the trees. They speak of his power over the animals of the jungle. Because his spirit came from them. He understood them. And learned to be as one with them.
There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.
The human spirit is more powerful than any drug. And that is what needs to be nourished. With work, play, friendship, family. These are the things that matter. This is what we’d forgotten. The simplest things.