'Til death do us part, and upon the earth, meet again.
'Til our bones turn ashen and to the soil make amends.

'Til our ashes hold in place the veins of nature.
'Til we become the abode of all creatures.

'Til the rain courses through us and seep into trees.
'Til we become the air that others breathe.

'Til we become the reason, the essence of life's breath.
Thus shall we accept the need for our death.

Despite my Atheism, I do acknowledge the presence and existence of things...other than human. I don't like using the term supernatural, but for lack of a better term, or rather for lack of a shorter title other than "entities in relative co-existence with humans who are of similar if not greater or lesser in degree of consciousness in this plane of existence", it's the term I tend to use. As my long description explained, I do believe that these "creatures", these "entities" are merely beings that are indeed there, whose angers and joys can be triggered just as well as those of humans. 
I think of it this way: the world we live in now is like Lord of the Rings.
We are humans who live in the world with elves, dwarves, goblins, orcs, ghosts, demons, and all sorts of "inhumanity" that may exist indeed. What I do not label them as is the title of "mystical" or "magical" or "ethereal" because that is one thing I cannot hope to even believe: the ability to bend reality (albeit this sounds really cool).
Instead, I believe that they exist in separate consciousnesses from ours, either higher or lesser or even perhaps on-par with ours, depending on their influence on us. I believe that minds, not just human minds, but even that of "non-humans" are so great to the point that they can transcend their own inabilities and manifest beyond the constraints of their relative existences. Ghosts, for example, are entities who I believe are not the disembodied souls of a deceased human, but rather the consciousness of a human or other being that has gone beyond its initial form due to the happenstance of death. With its physical vessel is stripped of a means to survive, the consciousness is forced to transcend the physical and exist in a state beyond that.

I recall an old idea I had coined before on the existence of bodily possessions from outside sources that relates to this topic.

The concept of ghostly and demonic possessions. Here's how I view it: the reason why ghostly possessions are relatively more "comfortable" and less violent than demonic possessions is because ghosts, the post-mortem manifestations of humans, have before already experienced being in a physical body. Same goes for the body the ghost happens to possess at the time. There is little struggle because the body is used to the feeling of having a consciousness in it. Of course, it only turns violent when the ghost possessing it forces its way in and the person to be possess fights against this "forced eviction". Now demonic possession, however, is more violent because human bodies are not used to a non-human consciousness being inside it. This is why humans feel extreme discomfort because, for lack of a better (and less innuendo-goading) term for it, it doesn't fit.

Think of the human body as a porcelain container of hot water.

Because of the long stay of the hot water in it, the temperature around, and whatnot, the vessel remains in relative harmony with the water, because it's used to it. But if a anti-thetical, very cold gush water is rushed or surged immediately into it, a massive struggle initiates and the vessel is susceptible to breaking. Such too, I believe, is the human body.

How again will the diamond shine?
In a luster others merely mime?
Or like a boding, foreign gleam
Upon the pages of untouched reams?
Perhaps a twinkling, brilliant shimmer
Like ticking sands that bury time?
Or maybe flames where others wither
Whose dirges are not worth a dime?
Eclipsed, I fear, is the returning dawn;
Eclipsed is the moon by the burning sun.
Again, I ask, you Crazy Diamond,
How again will you shine on?

Humans are different...or at least...we see ourselves to be different...
What we define as something may not be the same way nature defines it.
And yet our definitions on how nature, be it physical or otherwise, works work...well...relatively. I don't think space, the grandeur of the pitch-black vastness that our planet resides in, is the final frontier which can be explored. I think it is the inner space of humanity, humanity's mind, comprehension, ideology, reasoning, that is the final frontier and perhaps, after all this time, the only frontier besides that which is physical. But despite the seemingly deistic rationalization of humanity I have said, I do not place humanity in a position in which we are gods, even though some of us place ourselves to be so. But...in the scope of my apparent primitive human reasoning, we are mere mortals to gods of fate, nature, and existence. Is it arrogant for me to hope that we will one day be able to control these forces? Even if the goal is a noble one? But how much would have changed by then, that this reasoning would be obsolete?
Ah see how I twist my own words...how I expose my own illogicality and hypocrisy? I try too hard to be something I am not. This space inside me which I have only barely scratched the surface of is a vast expanse akin to the grandeur of space. Indeed all of us has this space. Each with our own stars, burning hot and brilliant as well as the husk-debris of shattered meteors and comets; slabs of cold, unfeeling inhumanity, and the vacuum of black holes which our personal egos, borne of our lustrous stars, are made manifest.

"Will you be there? Because I'm the one who waits for you...or are you UNFORGIVEN too?"
Alike in different ways. Deviant in similar. We get along. Or not sometimes.
You annoy me. I annoy you. You tease me. I tease you.
And yet here we are on an emotional no-man's-land.
I question how I fell in love with you. I realize that romance is a hindrance.
You, friend, will be the person I will never give up on no matter how many times I say or think I will.

It is our addiction to order that births our subconscious desires to wreak chaos.
When we find a certain order of things of a specific society not to our liking, using our own selfish preconceived notions of order, we become gods in our minds and say "We must destroy that". Order and chaos, all mere relative aspects birthed by confused man.

Humanity can, will, and shall transcend it's current state of being. One day, in the far future or sooner. One day our souls will not be as weighed down by gravity; the gravity of ignorance, fear, hate, and elevate itself to float freely in suspension in the vast space of understanding and knowledge.
I must ask, however, Is my pondering on human evolution and transcendence a manifestation of my subconscious (or perhaps even conscious) desire to experience said evolution in order to understand and experience greater things? In other words, am I that desperate to become a Newtype? It would be arrogant and scientifically and psychologically ludicrous to refer to myself as such. After all the concept derives itself from a mere work of fiction...but the proposed realities of that fiction is...incredibly overwhelming. Perhaps I dream for a fate I can never hope to achieve yet smile in gamble at the thought of future generations achieving it and living the dream I envisioned. 

May the tragedies of the One Year War, the Gryps Conflict, the Neo Zeon Wars, and every other struggle fought during the Universal Century never come to pass in this reality. Let us not waste our evolution on the wars of primitive man. Let us not sacrifice compassion for twisted liberty.

The gross fervor of the boastful dove is shaded by the noble silence of the somber raven.

We just are. Pain and pleasure are mere reactions. Reason is a reaction.

Definition is what we expect, observe, and quantify.

Ponderous melancholy spirals into a deep slumber.I hear voices; phantoms amorphous in aspect, crying, laughing, screaming, cheering. I feel not the bed where I rest on, my senses dim as I feel my body numb. The scars on my body, the pain of muscles aching, of bones creaking, of blood boiling, and head pulsing are lost. I transcend life, briefly but painlessly, as I sink into a state of counterfeit death, a realm where reason is rhymed, and rhyme is reasoned. What world awaits us after death?And how powerful is the mind that it has borne consciousness to counter the dogmatic soul? Do we enter a state of death when we sleep?Do we enter a parallel world when we dream, real and physical in its own sense, yet fleeting and easily forgotten and cut-away from due to the strength of the world we exist in now? Or are we the dream? Are we the harsh dream to the amorphous fantasy of reality?My mind trails off to subjects that transcend what I think I see and who I seem to be.This is not new to me. 
Somnium realitatem