This text won’t be about the great Pink Floyd song “In The Flesh.”
How is it possible that there is such a thing as what we commonly call a soul in a piece of meat? Is there any evidence that something abstract, like the soul, sits in the flesh? No, there aren’t any scientific proofs that the soul exists. Still, it turns out that meat feels dreams and asks questions thanks to the soul. I don’t believe it a coincidence that such a simultaneously unusual and imperfect combination of flesh, mind, and soul appeared in the world by chance. I don’t know what I believe in. However, I do know that I don’t believe in coincidence and chaos, even if all the signs in the sky give us little hints, even silence.
Undoubtedly, we should take care of the meat we inhabit so that it does not become a trap or prison.
I do this through creating, fasting, cold exposure, and exercise, among other things. Sooner or later, each of us will leave our meat. Thus, it’s worth taking care to leave behind not only a carbon footprint in the form of a rotting corpse or ashes but also something to inspire other meat-dwelling souls. That’s why I devote most of my spare time to the broadly understood creation process. I walk and do street photography.
Moreover, I write texts, manage the www.adammazek.com website, and prepare subsequent “Diaries” editions and sets of pictures, such as “Negation Of The End” and “Transience.” Undoubtedly, a spark of a divine creative imagination exists not only in my mind and soul but also in other humans’ souls. It is up to us whether we evoke creative spirits living in the flesh. After all, we are spirits in the material world, as The Police band sang in one of their greatest songs.
