Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I would love to give you a more in-depth coherent explanation of my view of the soul, and if I had one I would. The soul and my concept of it are as ephemeral as anybody's, and possibly more so.
Life delivered me a catastrophe, but I found a richness of soul.
Suppose you could gain everything in the whole world, and lost your soul. Was it worth it?
I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.
It is only to the individual that a soul is given.
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.
Soul, soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.
I don't think I do have a soul.
There was no freer soul in the world than me at age nine.
I have seen all souls as my soul, and realized my soul as the soul of all.