You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!
Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.
Souls are designed to fit inside a body.
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.
Whatever you may say, the body depends on the soul.
I have been here before as a spirit - this is just my physical body, it is just an overcoat. And at death, you will take the overcoat off.
You don't have a soul; you are your own soul. In other words, you are not this book, your social security card, your body, or your mind. You are you.
I don't think I do have a soul.