On the limits of this realm, or the suernatural side of life

My name is Torben. Though I prefer to use my chosen name of honoh (pronounced oh no) when I am online.
How shall I describe myself to you, reader? I am a recluse, though not by choice, and I have interests in many odd things. I enjoy reading and listening to music, as you may very well easily guess. I have been called a fun and an interesting person,though my qualities as a friend are lacking.

I am an active member in the PMOG website and game. If you are reading this, it may very well be because I linked you to it through a portal, or perhaps you are just jaunting by. If you are, good luck to you. Tell Shyiskhar I say hi.

Also, I am often written off as a mental case and an all-together nutjob. As you may see in this upcoming post, I often jump topics and seem not to make any sense. Plase read through the entire post for direction.

For the time, I started this blog simply because I seem to have an unusual grasp on thoughts that strikes me as uncommon in the current age. I deal with many problems that many people may not encounter in their lifetime; as, I'm sure many people can say as well. This I find endlessly interesting. How so many people can be so unique, each with different views and different experiences to define them and separate them from the flock and the think-cloud. This is the reason I am saddened by the advance of the Disney wave and the pop culture maelstrom. Nine out of ten people I talk to today, when asked about their musical preferences, will say "whatever I hear on the radio" and when they say it, they really mean,"whatever everyone else likes". Our collective mind has been tainted, ruined by the very forces that have brought us together. The way we see the world today is through the color the culture of the day has forced upon us. I'm sure that the masses know of Dante's Inferno, the Divine Comedy, but how many of them have been able to read such a work? We have simply made ourselves like everyone else. Same "style" and "interests". I see the mundane manifest every day. I work beside a man who does the same job every day with exactly no variation, and I wonder how he separates one day, one experience, from another.
Of course, a schedule is never bad, but if we do not make mistakes or differentiate our patterns, how are we different from machines? What makes us better? What did God grant us that makes us superior to Dolphins? This, I believe, is our soul. I have been convinced, as of late, that the soul within each beating breast of humanity is what has enabled us to make all of our great advances in life. Under this belief it is possible to theorize that this soul is what has given us the ability to discover the workings of the universe and the creation of new innovations. Do you ever catch a glimpse of something beyond your description? Have you ever been in love? Do you ever feel like you cannot ever realize what it means to die? If you were asked to describe life in a word, what would you say? Complex? Confusing? Simple? Difficult? Big? And what about you? Where do you fit in? Do you see yourself as who you are now or as what you have done? Do you think that you will be remembered when you aren't here anymore?
What things matter in a world where death will always win, no matter what choices you make? Not even your money can save you from the inevitable annihilation. Dear reader, we venture now into realms unrealized. You can see this point of life shine brightly, because this is an easily credited truth. In a finite world Death will be the ultimate victor. I have brought this up because this is the fact that I see defines the culmination of human knowledge. A Human being can truly only be counted among the true and the sane when the has come face to face with his own image and has found inconsistency. In the words of Tyler Durden:"You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you are going to die. Until you know that, you are useless."
Left on these fragile two legs with insecurity behind(creation) and apocalypse ahead(death) what is there in this middle? What matter can be made that will make fast this tenement called life?
Nothing. Nothing is able to stand in the way of oblivion. This finite ground is all we mindless animals can see, but our soul can see farther.
What is it that makes us gasp at a musical score? What is it that sings like a chiming bell in our hearts when we look to the open sky? What is it that propels us to fly to unknown reaches for a look at an image that may be called in no insecure terms "beauty"? And why do we chase this thing? Will it fix our position in the starry sky for our grandchildren to remember us by? will our hearts be made to weigh in favor of eternity against a feather of truth? And what of love? this is a thing with no definition, no logical role in life. And yet, we chase it as a dog chases a passing car.
Why, is it blind faith that pushes us? no, I say. This is the part of us that wishes to live, to be a concrete beacon to the poor souls of this world. Why, a quest for the unknowable defines us. Our desperate struggle against the rigidity of this mold shows the world what we can do. Why, we can stand up in our little frying pan and even dare to shake our fist at the sky.
And then we can laugh about it. God? Ha! There is no God! So say I because I am all that matters!
If there is no God, if this world really is finite, and what we see is what we get, then why do you keep trying?

Please think on what I have said. Is man made of more than his body and mind? Is our soul supernatural? Is there a God?