At the moment of the physical death of the body, the ancient Greeks thought that the essence of the person was separated from the flesh. The eidolon.
First, we know that death is complicated. Sure, the heart stopping is clearly a good indicator that something big is happening, but not everything in the body dies on the same timetable. Apart from explosions and vaporizing, the body has a staggered evacuation.
I’ve had a thought that this two or three minute transition time is created so that we might pack up for the next event. Certain parts are not ready to go, nails and hair still want to grow, new skin cells still want their seven days.
It must be a horrible job to let everyone know that this is it. Certainly the electrical thoughts, memories, and feelings are watching the fading discharges. “Let’s get out before the bacteria gets us. They’re independent and have been waiting patiently for years. Let’s move!”
So, the concept of the eidolon is created. Somehow the lifeforce finds a way to split from the flesh, to travel on its own, but to where?
And what discharge timetable are we now on?
My thoughts dissolve in about a minute inside my flesh, how far can I get outside? What about GPS?
And for what purpose? To stand in mournful woods, and moonlit beaches? Providing wispy futures for those left behind? Why?
Nothing more is created, nothing is destroyed. Things can be made, things can be changed. Perhaps an eidolon is just change.
Change is coming… I don’t like it!