Often, a soul pontificates, it speculates. It articulates itself. It tries to hear and feel itself. The soul thinks about big ticket items: the meaning of life, its essence, faith, love, understanding, God and more. The soul needs to know itself. In gaining knowledge of itself, as we have read, it gains knowledge of what we understand as being God. The soul needs meaning. The absence of meaning is painful. The soul is indivisible. It is like motion. The soul is bound up with the heart. It is also a conglomerate of all that is made human. The soul is fluid, the moods are rooted in the soul. The soul is mellow at points, responsive at other junctures. The soul needs to feel loved—whatever the writer and others have designated as love. Faith is integral in this picture, required to believe in others. The soul is set for a long battle, for the soul deals in unreality. So, in chasing what humans call factual, the soul must distinguish between actuality and inauthenticity. The writer says motion is peaceful, whereas, the soul is turbulent, chaotic, filled with pains, emotions and beauty. The assertion is the soul does not rest, and it is not sleep deprived. It may be a hunch, but the soul is carrying too much. So, as experiencing all in which existence might contain, the soul is forging its reality, one it cannot depend upon.
