Standard Issue Spirits

By W. G. Tuttle

A scientist, Raimonds asks hard questions and is not afraid to attempt to find the answers. One question that has plagued him is whether the human soul, or spirit, is unique in each person?
To answer this, Raimonds must become the first person to identify and witness the soul or spirit at work within living people, then make comparisons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: W. G. Tuttle
• Release date: Mar 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781949637083

W. G. Tuttle

Born in Binghamton, New York in 1972, Walter George Tuttle, Jr., i.e., W. G. TUTTLE, is an American writer of novels, short stories, and screenplays.

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About the Author

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I used to believe I was unique. By unique, I mean there wasn’t another me in the universe. Of course, this included the entire planet Earth and all of its subdivisions: the continent, country, state, city—hell, even the same block or immediate vicinity where I was at any given moment. But not anymore.

No, I learned something that I wish I never pursued. However, it was one of those things I had to know. A quest that had originated in my soul as if it itself needed to know. And what we sought wasn’t unique to us by any means. Many a person had pondered exactly or damned near what my soul and I had questioned: Are we unique in the world?

Now, you might be saying to yourself, Of course everyone is unique. You would have to be a fool to think otherwise.

A fool indeed. My soul and I should have left it alone. In the grand scheme of things, who cared whether we were unique or not. Some things are not to be messed with. Not every inquiry needs answering. This one should have remained unanswered.

Unfortunately, I found a way of answering it.

Before we get to that, I should explain that I never questioned whether we were unique physically. That goes without saying. I can’t even say with a clear conscious that we all have a head, torso, two arms, and two legs. Truth be told, we all don’t. Not everyone has the internal plumbing they should and some have a little extra. However, I will concede that the human form usually consists of those things.

Regrettably, what I had set out to know was whether my soul, spirit if you rather, was unique.

You are probably wondering how does one go about answering something as absurd as that? Absurd, indeed. I almost gave up on the undiscoverable—until I discovered it. As I said earlier, I found a way of answering, irrefutably, that question. I won’t bore you with the details, let me just say I am a scientist who happened to stumble upon the soul during one of my experiments.

I must warn you, right now, that you may find my experiments unorthodox and gruesome. In my defense, they had to be. There was no way I would find the soul through x-rays or weighing the body before and after death, as MacDougall had done at the turn of the twentieth century, or by any other unobtrusive methods. Nor could I rely on beliefs or faiths of any kind. Believing something is true or having confidence in nothing more than an opinion is worthless