Soul

The soul is one of the weirdest notions that we have come up with. Millions are sure that there are souls, but what they may be, who knows? In the beginning, the soul was known: it was what one could see in cold weather, being breathed in and out. It was the breath, the *pneuma*. It could be felt against the hand. It was the thing that we feared we might lose when we sneezed: would it find its way back into us? That was before we had any notion of AIR, of GASSES. We knew only breezes, winds, gusts, things we could feel and sometimes see in vapor and whirlwinds. When once we knew of air and gasses and atmosphere, the notions of souls, spirits, & ghosts were fixed in our minds, and many of us continued to believe they were all about us.

Soul is the music of the night. It is the language of the heart. This is the way it has been, and it is the way that it always will be.

Soul Train. Remember the pumpin', jumpin' locomotive? And the absolutely insane intro vocals? » it's the SOOOUUUULLL TRAAAIIIINNNN!« In my neck of the woods, it used to come on after »Saturday Night Live«, and before the »Midnight Special«. I don't remember who the host was, but he's got my vote for coolest dude on the planet. Soul Train high point? Seeing Parliament do »Chocolate City«
live!

There is something engagingly fatalistic about the tradition of referring to people aboard a ship as 'souls.'

Maybe fatalistic isn't the exact word. It's that the word 'souls' focuses one's attention on the fact that one is aboard is indeed aboard a ship – and subject to the risks inherent therein.

With this gift of a small jade fish comes a piece of my soul.

What your heart is to your body, your soul should be for all your thoughts.

A soul mate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected as though the communing that takes place between them are not intentional efforts, but a divine grace; a rare form of intimacy, but nothing more precious in life.

i decided that there had to be three things:
body, mind and soul.

my body was the physical thing that felt my emotions, love hate and yaddayadda

my mind was the clinical and cold, reasoning part of me

and my soul was...i couldn't think