Motion Is Magic

Where does the soul come from?

A short philosophical comic about motion, atoms, and the idea that a soul isn't given to us but danced into being. Start with a stone, end with a leap.

This one came out of a worldview I keep circling back to: nothing is ever truly still, reality itself is constant motion, and the "self" is just a pattern we choose again and again until it becomes a soul. Every mark you leave behind, every gesture, every thing you make carries a little of that movement in it.

Drawn, inked, and colored by hand.

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What's a "motion" that feels like you?