Humans are animals. They are of the earth. Mother-earth births humans just like it births parsnips, orangutangs and Ostriches.
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Human-earthlings have a human-earth-nature. According to some writings, this nature is an enemy of god; is mean; is fallen; is evil; is the devil, satan and lucifer rolled into one bad Monday attitude.

And then, according to some writings, within each human-animal is a divine nature that is a friend of god; is an enlightened Advanced Human, is nice, is an angel, a good spirit, is the spirit of god, the holy spirit and the kingdom of god within all rolled into one kind loving marshmallow being.

The questions I have are (if any of the above is accurate in the least–since it is obvious that the natural man kinda sucks when drunk and otherwise sometimes)

1. Is the spirit or the Advanced Human or whatever that inhabits a man just down here for a “joy”-ride (is it a perfect creation or offspring or perfect energy piece of “god” who is perfect and wouldn’t dare have less than perfect-offsprings–though it might create less than perfect actors).

OR AND

2. Does it go down to teach the natural man?

“Holy chit!” said the Spirit as it got to know it’s new earth-body-vehicle (most likely like a Pinto or Vega). “I don’t like to kill or hurt, or even make anyone feel bad, yet here I am in this disgusting human nature body that is nauseatingly...well....nauseating. This psycho-body won’t do anything I tell it. HELP!”

OR AND

3. Is the spirit, a mirror, of the natural man (since like attracts like) wherein the spirit is evolving and therefore goes into a human-animal-earth-body that has the same energy the spirit has (or maybe just a “little” better than the natural man it entered, you know, to give it a hand up?

“Holy Moly,” said the Spirit as it got to know it’s new earth-body-vehicle, “This feels just like home, ‘homeboy’. Feels REAL GOOD in here. Let’s party dude. But let’s be cool about it.”

ON THE OTHER HAND, dead is DEAD, and the energy-god-big-enchilada just harvested our feelings and experiences and we’re just a JOHN or MARY personality-memory in a computer, somewheres, that’s called, THE ONE, THE WHOLE, THE ALL THAT IS, and IT’S partying without us ‘cause we’re dead, dead, dead.

“IT’S A MYSTERY; IT’S A WONDER; IT’S MAGIC; COME RIGHT THIS WAY FOLKS FOR THE GRANDEST SHOW ON EARTH. BUY A TICKET; DON’T JUST STAND THERE; IT’S CARNIVAL TIME.