Can you see your soul?
When I was a little girl, I had definite ideas of what a soul looked like. I was convinced it was a pearly-white opalescent bubble about two inches across that resided someplace in the chest, probably near the esophagus or something. Despite its fragile appearance, it had to be tough … tough enough to handle all the iniquities people do during the course of their life. Yet it was also supposed to be a thing of indescribable unearthly beauty.
Funny to peek into the imagination of a child, isn’t it?
Fast forward a few decades. Some time ago, I saw