I’m reading “The Seat of the Soul.” It’s quite popular and reports to have touched the souls of millions.
This has me pondering the nature of “the soul.”
Webster’s defines a soul as “the immaterial essence, animating principle, or actuating cause of an individual life.”
It is both that which types these words pondering an immaterial essence and that which reads these words.
The author spends a lot of time teasing out what distinguishes the soul from the soulless. I’m pondering it all on a Saturday morning with coffee.
Is it the soul that paints?
Recent pigment on cloth, arranged by this soul.