Harry-Potter-MOR

Though his wand moved, synched with his hand She grasped his wrist, kissed him again Though memory wiped she soon would be She pressed his lips to set him free The methods which he chose to show Were fuel for her warmth and glow She whispered to him this refrain To stay yourself is still, remain The mem'ries which you choose to see Are those which would keep you from me And though you've shown no wish, I know I'd choose to let these feelings grow Don't stop.  Your memory's the same And it's experience you'd gain And though in morning, I'll forget I'd wish the chance to know you, yet Your dreams, your wants, even your flaws Are naught to me...

Today in my class on the History of Emotions, if it is indeed called that (I keep forgetting the titles of classes), a colleague of mine said that science proved that there was no soul, it was all just biology and chemistry and stuff.Later on, I was reading Eliezer Yudkowsky's blog entry on mysterious answers to mysterious questions and the one on Uncritical Supercriticality .I'll make my position clear to everybody here: I don't believe in any particular religion. Christianity always feels a bit false to me and I don't know enough about Buddhism to figure out where I stand on it. And I think as religions go, those two are pretty much o...