The UWA Atheist & Skeptic Society had a bake sale today. The cost of the baked goods: your soul.
We wanted to spark some discussion about souls; what it means to people, why we think we have one, and why people are so attached to the dubious notion that there’s a little ghost inside us making all our decisions. What I wasn’t prepared for was the reactions. Even though we were clearly ‘taking the piss’, many people showed a strange reticence. It looks like ‘selling your soul’ is a cultural taboo.
But we did give out lots of cookies.
Follow on to Atheist Bake Sale 2.
21 September 2011 at 3:47 pm
RAD!
Did you really have contracts there for people to sign?
21 September 2011 at 5:21 pm
My favorite is the last little comic about 2 souls. I started giggling at work!
21 September 2011 at 5:45 pm
Last one is my favorite too. 🙂
21 September 2011 at 7:38 pm
I have 3 souls! Awesome!
21 September 2011 at 9:50 pm
My roommate and I used to tell people we'd do things in exchange for their souls. That way we had plenty of extras when *we* needed to sell *our* souls.
21 September 2011 at 9:55 pm
Great stuff, I laughed on the train at the last one.
I'd like to see something like this here.
21 September 2011 at 10:00 pm
If you're overweight, does that ensure you have multiple souls? Hopefully, because, you'll probably want multiple cookies. Besides, makes sense to me.
21 September 2011 at 11:27 pm
I would've tried to hand them my shoes…
21 September 2011 at 11:35 pm
Very well done!! Cracked me up.
22 September 2011 at 12:05 am
Awesome.
The style reminds me a bit of the webcomic "Oh My Gods!" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oh_My_Gods!)
22 September 2011 at 2:08 am
Can I split my soul and get many cookies?!
Great work!
22 September 2011 at 3:59 am
No, Voldemort, you can't split your soul to get extra cookies.
22 September 2011 at 10:39 am
"I ain't down here for your money,
I ain't down here for your love.
No I ain't down here for your love or money;
I'm down here for your soul"
I sold a sun visa to a guy for his soul at the last Big Day Out, I still have the piece of paper that contra-actually binds his soul to my possession.