GrayAnderson wrote:I'm getting images of "Dog Heaven" in my mind, and you did just raise an interesting issue on the nature of the soul in the context of this story: What is necessary? Is it genetic? Is species sentience necessary? Do plants have souls? Etc.
It's definitely based on species. Human embryoes ended up in hell after all, and embryoes don't even have minds (or at least they don't "live" long enough to grow minds anyway).
I'm speculating here, but I'd say that the mechanism that sends humans to Hell was rigged to automatically reject nonhumans and send them to the Cosmic Dustbin. Humans are diverted to Hell simply because humans are most useful to the inhabitants of Hell. Yahweh closed off Heaven and sent the Message because humans weren't as mindlessly servile as he wanted anymore, don't forget. And because humans are the most conscious and intelligent of all Earthly life, they can feel the most pain - and thus release the most energy when tortured. (Demons thought they needed the energy for their afterlife, and why make do with lizards and rats when humans are so much richer? Of course, Satan is just a sadistic twat looking for his jollies, so yeah.)
The idea of torturing a tree or a centipede would be thought absurd to demons, and slugs won't even acknowledge Yah-yah's existence. Off to the Cosmic Dustbin they go.
The problem of determining if something is smart enough to serve as feedstock/servants is that the process of evolution blurs the line. When did the ancestors of humans become useful to Heaven and Hell? And what did they make do with beforehand? What is the threshold of a species' intelligence, for it to become useful? I'd wager that all life has, in context of this story, souls, but it is based on how smart the creature in question is. Plants, obviously, won't yield souls desirable or even potent enough for netherworld creatures to bother with. But plants, being biological creatures, still have souls, and said souls must go SOMEWHERE when the plant in question dies. Off to the Cosmic Dustbin it goes, for it is plain garbage compared to rich human souls.
Hell, even the earliest cell would have a soul. The power of a single cell's soul would not even be noticed, of course, being a tiny fraction of a fraction of a fraction of say, a cat's soul. But like dust, it's still there, and like dust, it's easily swept aside, left to accumulate somewhere out of sight.
When humans find the place where dead ferrets go, they'd better prepare for stegosauri and dodo birds.
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