Random Thoughts

I don’t want my soul to outlive me. I’ve grown very fond of it. But it has a life of its own, and often wanders, goes its own way separately. It always seems to be ahead of me, and hard as I try, I cannot catch it. Was it waiting, long ago, for me to be born? I think my real soul is waiting for me beyond my last breath. The soul I’m so fond of is my companion. My real soul is my Destiny. A man needs more than one soul to be fully human!


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