I tell ya, I really enjoyed this brain stretching conversation but I don't think I want to do it on too regular of a basis. My head hurts and I have enough to really think about to last me a while. I'm not use to cordially discussing and debating things I believe based on faith alone. It is much harder when you don't have empirical evidence to prove your point. (Though, I'm still internally debating the idea of whether or not having a creative idea, one not normally found in nature, is proof of us being more than just a set of reactions to response stimulus and more than the 'sum of our parts'... thus, proving the existence of the idea of a soul.)
Amusingly enough, after dinner, while cuddling on the couch, Sir Marmalade seemed to get jealous of Yony's attention and, for the first time, crawled into my lap, then sat on my chest, doing the (painful) "I love you" kneading thing on my bare skin. When he finally got off me, I was covered in orange fur.