It both terrified me and broke me, wondering what event must have happened in her life to make her cry so loudly, to erupt and fall apart like that all at once. I couldn’t ignore her. Suffering like that emits sympathy like shackles on a iron chain, pulling anyone nearby in captive. I was drawn to her, unable to pass by without stopping.
What is the soul? Some say it is the self, the “I” that inhabits the body; without the soul, the body is like a light-bulb with no electricity. But it is more than the engine of life, say others; it is what gives life meaning and purpose. Soul is the.