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[Zanzetkuken The Great]

...what if one of the times you 'talked' to a cat or dog, you unknowingly sold your soul to them?

[Bauglir]

Hah! "Unknowingly".

[Aqizzar]

I'd hate to think the incantation to give away your soul was a phrase like, "D'aww, who's a sweet kitty? Yes, d'ohhhh, I love kitty."

[~Neri]

Souls don't work like that. They can only be knowingly and freely given. Can't accidentally your soul to a cat. Nor can something steal it.

[Jack A T]

Me: Cat!

Cat: I get soul! *attacks the bottom of my foot*

[Radio Controlled]

Souls don't work like that. They can only be knowingly and freely given. Can't accidentally your soul to a cat. Nor can something steal it.

Or maybe they do, and that's just what soulless creatures think to console themselves.

[~Neri]

Nah.

[Flying Dice]

Or maybe the concept of "soul" is a mortal creation born from suppressed existential dread and an unconscious desire to be special and unique, and the whole conceit of selling one's soul to a less than benevolent entity is a metaphor for accepting that one is finite and objectively insignificant; the only devil is yourself.

...

Naaah, can't be.

[Baffler]

Or maybe the concept of "soul" is a mortal creation born from suppressed existential dread and an unconscious desire to be special and unique, and the whole conceit of selling one's soul to a less than benevolent entity is a metaphor for accepting that one is finite and objectively insignificant; the only devil is yourself.

...

Naaah, can't be.

Well aren't you just ants at a picnic?

[Loud Whispers]

Or maybe the concept of "soul" is a mortal creation born from suppressed existential dread and an unconscious desire to be special and unique, and the whole conceit of selling one's soul to a less than benevolent entity is a metaphor for accepting that one is finite and objectively insignificant; the only devil is yourself.

...

Naaah, can't be.

Well aren't you just ants at a picnic?

'Hey guys what if we're all ants in a giant cosmic picnic?'

'We're all going to die.'

[conein]

Tell me how did you get that thought.

[wierd]

Well, I am not so much concerned with the thought itself, but with the connection between the thoughts.

Since there is no such thing as genuine immortality (Even HeLa cells aren't TRULY immortal), the statement "We are all going to die" is quantitatively true-- Yes, if we are alive now, at some point in the future we will all have perished.  It is a matter of fact true statement.

The kicker is how it can be derived from contemplating ants at a cosmic picnic. That's the puzzler.

[~Neri]

We're obviously all part of the dream of a fox that ate one too many strange colored mushrooms.

[SirQuiamus]

...what if one of the times you 'talked' to a cat or dog, you unknowingly sold your soul to them?

Are you absolutely sure you're not unknowingly selling your soul to Satan all the time?

"...what if one of the times you 'talked' to a cat or dog, you unknowingly sold your soul to them?"
==> "a i t m s y e to a n l s l soul"
==> "I sell my soul to Satan."

He'll be collecting soon enough...

[neblime]

If I don't notice when I sell my soul I question what good it's doing me anyway...