Part of the cycle

Where does the soul go? When does it go? Is there a soul to depart? What connects and coordinates those entropy-loving neurons, cells, molecules?

This young creature only got to grow as large as Guthrie, our dog. Must have been hit on the road above and then dropped down to the trail.

Maybe the saddest part is that there may possibly be a cycle for this soul, but there is no cycle for the body. Some city worker will pick this adolescent deer up, throw it in a plastic bag and then in a truck. It'll eventually make it's way to some stratum in a landfill to be compressed into a jelly, never to decompose properly and become food for carrion beasts, worms, and microbes. Not to be born into new life for eons, perhaps.

Well, maybe we'll start mining the landfills sooner than later, speeding up the process.

I suppose the cycle is still there. We just screw it up for a while, as is typical.