Entre Roma et Paris

I was looking at my two cats yesterday. Looking at their different ways of being. I daresay they have a personality. The grey one, the girl, is shy, jealous, and cuddly and sensitive. The red one, the boy, is friendly, talkative (yes "talkative", don't forget he's italian...), messy and even more jealous than the girl. So, yesterday I was thinking that even animals are jealous, how come? I mean, where this feeling comes from? Love, anger, sadness, joy, that's rather easier to understand but jealousy? It's a strange thing. You know if one is jealous of his/her lover, that's different. But jealousy in everyday relationships.... Why we are all in many ways envious of each other? It's easier to define it than to understand it, at least for me.
And what determines our personalities? What makes someone being more open minded than someone else, or softly talking, or kind, or nervous.... Are we sure that this is just personality, isn't that soul? I 'd rather it's soul. But this case even animals have one. And there again I agree. I think animals have a soul. Thing is: where our soul goes after we die? Do you believe in afterlife? I do. Strongly. And it's not because I refuse to believe that I will cease existing. It's because I believe in soul. If soul is not material when we are alive, why should it disappear when we die? It's more likely that it will live its own life outside us. Somewhere? Probably not. I think we need to imagine a place or a different entity where souls live, 'cause we are not able to think abstract things. And yet, thought is not material. We are contradictory. And yet we want to believe in science.

Probably you are now thinking that I'm getting warped. I probably am. And you are probably wondering why I'm writing in english. That's because I'm thinking for myself, and in many ways I'm not targeting to some specific ones. At sometimes we write just for ourselves. This is one of those times.