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Every day we read about... robots... the automatic brain... the electronic mind... and we hear about the invention of a radar eye to guard safes... and the creation of a wireless ear to catch thieves... and an artificial lung for paralyzed people... and an artificial kidney for uremia patients... And a plastic heart for heart patients.Does this mean that science can equate for us a human being who feels, feels, walks, and speaks like him, just like us.. by simply installing some electrical connections, bulbs, and transistor batteries?
When the man in the street reads this news, he laughs and says with his familiar naivety.
And it's not a naive remark.
This observation is the only profound difference between the machine and the human being.
Any invention, from the wristwatch to the atomic bomb to the moon rocket, is just a game with a zip.
A game that has no brain.. no soul.. and no will.. a game that cannot want for itself.. but rather depends on what you want for it when you turn its springs and control its hands.
The typewriter writes what you dictate to it, but it cannot compose anything for itself.
The calculator subtracts, adds, and divides.. but it cannot get tired, despair, scream, or protest against the absurdity of the numbers it adds and subtracts.
The artificial lung breathes, but it cannot gasp with fear or eagerness.
And the plastic heart beats.. but it cannot beat with love or desire.
And the thing that lacks these things we call the soul.. So what is the soul?
The plank of wood swims in the water.. and the fish of the sea also swims in the water.
But a plank of wood has no will.. All that it does is give itself over to the current, throwing it to the right and left, forward and backward.. It surrenders itself to the natural laws, which lift it up by virtue of its light density.. and it surrenders itself to factors Corruption and spoilage eat in it until it dissolves and crumbles into dust.
As for the sea fish, it moves according to its own mood... it swims against the current... and does not surrender itself to the natural law, but rather revolts against it and swims upwards against gravity... and swims downward against the law of density... and it does not surrender itself to the factors of corruption. Corruption only feeds, grows, multiplies, and attacks every enemy that thinks of killing it.
The sea fish has a soul..
A cotton worm.. and a stick of macaroni sticks.. both of them wriggle in your hand, and both are soft and wormy.. but they are separated except for this appearance.. and they are very different.
The stick of pasta is dried by the sun, melted by moisture, and eaten by ants..and it succumbs to all these factors helplessly..
As for the cotton worm, it resists all these factors with a stubborn will in it.. and it does more than this.. it eats toxaphene.. and gets used to it and gains immunity against it.. and overcomes this deadly poison and overcomes it.. because it has a soul. .
A grain of gravel.. and a grain of corn..they may look alike..and a sculptor can carve a seed out of stone that you cannot separate from a seed of corn..but if you plant the two, each of them will differ greatly from the other.
The grain of gravel will sink into the mud and be pulled by the Earth's gravity.
And from a grain of corn, an embryo will emerge from it that will grow upward like a projectile, rebelling against the earth’s gravity and ascending with its green leaves towards the sun.
A grain of corn has a soul.
When the man in the street reads this news, he laughs and says with his familiar naivety.
And it's not a naive remark.
This observation is the only profound difference between the machine and the human being.
Any invention, from the wristwatch to the atomic bomb to the moon rocket, is just a game with a zip.
A game that has no brain.. no soul.. and no will.. a game that cannot want for itself.. but rather depends on what you want for it when you turn its springs and control its hands.
The typewriter writes what you dictate to it, but it cannot compose anything for itself.
The calculator subtracts, adds, and divides.. but it cannot get tired, despair, scream, or protest against the absurdity of the numbers it adds and subtracts.
The artificial lung breathes, but it cannot gasp with fear or eagerness.
And the plastic heart beats.. but it cannot beat with love or desire.
And the thing that lacks these things we call the soul.. So what is the soul?
The plank of wood swims in the water.. and the fish of the sea also swims in the water.
But a plank of wood has no will.. All that it does is give itself over to the current, throwing it to the right and left, forward and backward.. It surrenders itself to the natural laws, which lift it up by virtue of its light density.. and it surrenders itself to factors Corruption and spoilage eat in it until it dissolves and crumbles into dust.
As for the sea fish, it moves according to its own mood... it swims against the current... and does not surrender itself to the natural law, but rather revolts against it and swims upwards against gravity... and swims downward against the law of density... and it does not surrender itself to the factors of corruption. Corruption only feeds, grows, multiplies, and attacks every enemy that thinks of killing it.
The sea fish has a soul..
A cotton worm.. and a stick of macaroni sticks.. both of them wriggle in your hand, and both are soft and wormy.. but they are separated except for this appearance.. and they are very different.
The stick of pasta is dried by the sun, melted by moisture, and eaten by ants..and it succumbs to all these factors helplessly..
As for the cotton worm, it resists all these factors with a stubborn will in it.. and it does more than this.. it eats toxaphene.. and gets used to it and gains immunity against it.. and overcomes this deadly poison and overcomes it.. because it has a soul. .
A grain of gravel.. and a grain of corn..they may look alike..and a sculptor can carve a seed out of stone that you cannot separate from a seed of corn..but if you plant the two, each of them will differ greatly from the other.
The grain of gravel will sink into the mud and be pulled by the Earth's gravity.
And from a grain of corn, an embryo will emerge from it that will grow upward like a projectile, rebelling against the earth’s gravity and ascending with its green leaves towards the sun.
A grain of corn has a soul.
What is the soul..
The spirit is a revolution against necessity and automatic laws.. It is freedom, subjectivity, entity, personality, and willAnd we say that a person has a soul, because he cannot be controlled by a zombie... and nothing can control him except his mood, his mood, his freedom, and his whims.
And science will not be able to make a human being.. because it only makes dumbbells.. and it only innovates machines and machines in which it exploits the natural laws that it discovered.
It is always within the realm of machines and sensible objects
The soul is the first of its attributes to violate the laws, to be above them, to rise above them, above logic, and above reason, and that is why it is ever-renewable.
It is possible to predict the eclipse of the sun.. and the movement of the moon.. but it is impossible to predict the intentions hidden in a human soul.. because it is not subject to any law other than its own law.. and its whims and moods..
And in one word... it has a soul... it has a secret beyond the reach of any force...
Spirit is freedom
It is an absolute beginning over which no one has control.
Man has a soul.. because there is freedom in him.. and this freedom is what created science with all its inventions and innovations.. and it will create more science every day.. but science will never create it.
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