And yet, you know, add this item to the endless list of abilities and behaviors shown by “animals” that you’d have sworn – just sworn – are special abilities given directly to Adam by Jesus himself, because we humans are different.
Which is horseshit, of course.
Chimps mourn their dead babies. Animals in zoos get depressed from the captivity. Birds use tools. Bees dance out maps.
People? We’re apes who learned how to write. (A virus with shoes, as the philosopher said.) Our entire species will be gone someday, as if we’d never been here in the first place, and the planet will be just as magnificent. More, even, maybe, once all that asphalt’s crumbled back under the ground.
There is no ape-king in the sky who looks like us, and our particular species of chimp is not set apart by having a “soul.” What we have is a breathtakingly complicated, wrinkled chunk of electric meat in our skulls, just like the whales do.