One of the most basic tenets of my Izan world-building is that souls
do not exist. By soul or spirit I mean the generally accepted
definition, essentially any sort of incorporeal entity. This includes
ones that might be attached in some way to our material existence —
and possibly survive it.
Perhaps I shouldn’t
say they don’t exist; more accurately, there is no evidence
whatsoever of them. In infinite existence, in infinite worlds, who
can say? In that infinity we not only could but must exist again.
Infinitely, perhaps! But that is not a soul, nor spirit nor ghost. It
is solid material being.
As is everything
else. Wizards do not send their spirits to other worlds. They send
part of their physical self. The gods are material creatures. Even
the little elementals that float among the worlds have a physical
form though they are not quite ‘there’ when they come into Exura
or another world and interact with its inhabitants.
We could use the old
sci-fi cliché of them being ‘out of phase.’ It’s as good —
and essentially as meaningless — an explanation as any.
All this does not
prevent humans (and other mortals) from believing in the concept of
an afterlife. But in many worlds they are knowledgeable enough of the
gods and of the infinite worlds to recognize that no one knows what
might await. Thus we have the Kamatian funeral rite I created for the
third book of Donzalo’s Destiny, The Sign of the Arrow:
As an arrow flies
my soul,
into darkness, into night;
none whom I have left
behind
sees the ending of its flight.
We can, of course,
use the term soul in a more general way, as when we refer to a person
as a soul. It is what makes us who we are, our consciousness perhaps,
that which continues however much our bodies may change. It is an
abstraction, not a ‘real’ thing. Each of us is a human Ship of
Theseus, every cell in our body being constantly replaced, yet this
idea of us persists.
Until we go. The same
with our ‘spirit,’ our spark of life if you will. They do not
survive us, at least in the Izan mythos. As to our own reality, I’ll
admit I cannot see the ending of my flight.