The soul didn’t vanish.
It was crowded out.
It had no place in the factories, no use in the schedule, no line in the budget.
It lingered behind—the last guest at a party no longer meant for it.
As cities rose from stone and soot, the sky shrank.
What once invited prayer now disappeared behind chimneys and gas lamps.
Light came from filaments, not fire.
Time came from clocks, not stars.
The divine was not denied.
It was replaced.
In the villages, death had been intimate.
It came with ritual, with song, with final touch.
In the cities, death was… scheduled.
Hospitals. Morgues. Cemeteries by the train line.
No fire. No ash. Just paperwork.
The city was a monument to forgetting.
It forgot trees.
It forgot stars.
It forgot silence.
It forgot that once, humans looked up.
Now they looked at clocks.
At ledgers.
At grey walls.
At other bodies, all equally tired.
But something extraordinary happened in this forgetting.
We built.
We built steamships, telegraphs, towers, machines that could cut stone and stitch skin and kill a man in seconds.
We built lives with lightbulbs and sewer lines and phonographs and time zones.
We stopped walking with the seasons.
We moved to rhythm of coal.
This was not transcendence.
This was engineering.
And engineering has no patience for death.
The soul didn’t leave during this time.
It just became obsolete.
There was no room for it in the ledger.
No salary line.
No pension.
No exit interview.
But it lingered.
In the poetry.
In the child coughing in coal dust.
In the window cracked open just wide enough for a breath of night air.
It didn’t fight.
It waited.
And maybe that’s what the city forgot most:
That progress is not forward.
Sometimes, it’s inward.
And sometimes, it’s up.
C. Lang writes from the edge of presence—where memory, biology, and myth begin to blur.
Previous essays examined machines dreaming of us. This series looks at what we once were, before we could be uploaded. Before thought unanchored itself from flesh.
After the Body is not about technology. It’s about forgetting that we were ever bodies to begin with.
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