in the same way that I am limited by biological constraints and cannot fly or teleport or move the sun with my mind, blacks cannot exercise restraint and not rape or steal. that doesn't mean they don't have immortal souls. the retards do too. they're not retarded or black in heaven.
I operate under the idea of a "Promethean Spark." With all the wonder of God, there is still conservation. It was easier to impart an immortal soul, a true unbroken path from God to Earth when there were less people.
As time went on, and the amount of people got to the point it is now, I do not think
everyone has a soul.
It's almost like the uncanny valley, I am certain that you have met people that spiritually terrify you. You're with your good friend and it feels like you are with a human. You meet someone in the store, and you have a conversation that is warm.
But sometimes, you meet somebody that is there. That exists, tangibly. But something about them is not there. No connection to the old magic of God. No spiritual tether. No funny little aura of life. They are a walking sack of meat. Maybe there is the barest, barely there sliver of that Promethean spark, something from the unbroken line from God to you at your desk. But it is hardly there, if at all.
Sure, they think. They have hopes, dreams, aspirations. They're just like anyone else. Except they exist here. And only here. There is not a foot in the After, no tether to Heaven or Hell.
TLDR: God has been selective with his Breath of Life, or has decided to put what is essentially an automaton here to further the pathway on for those with a soul because too many Indians and Chinese get shit out constantly. Sounds gay. But if you have never experienced the true spiritual peril of actually encountering someone who, by mere presence, feels like someone opened a door on an airplane in the sky, it's hard to wrap your head around the emptiness that some random asshole on the street can suddenly make you feel.
