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Although it is difficult to decide on priorities as in if the body without intelligence or intelligence without body should come first or prevail, there is no doubt in my mind that life must have a soul, at least from this lowly perspective.

Life is undoubtedly the immortal, the everlasting. That which would be worthy of investment as it cannot fail. Yet life is beyond interference with and betting 'your life' on immortality is a waste of mind.

Yet life being so distant so vague and untouched I would create a soul that life may be witnessed, not just imagined as a vague concept of my frustrated thinking.

Life may not have any other human conceivable properties other that being eternal but I image it is aware of itself.

By eternal I do not mean something that survives the time but outside of and unaffected by time, and my mind is so cast to the winds, the night, the toil of labour under the sun and the consistent activity of consumption, to ask, how do I imagine soul? It cannot be of me though I may strive to develop and feed the notion and in doing so create a fraction of my intellect to jar with all that is timely.

My person is well aware of this painful fracture painful, cutting and dire, though I'll not deny it and feed it whence I can, it is unfathomably hungry. Whatever scraps of wisdom or love I feed it it just disappears down a black hole with little understanding on my part. Now and then I see as if tantalising close a warmth that beckons rest and be with me, but then some other part of the vast intellect argues that the body corporeal needs to breath; but for what? To consume more and generate more labour.

Still I have convinced myself, for now, in this timed machine, that I have some understanding of what I am and I am preparing, once again to be not so much of that and yet I cannot see a way to hold onto the soul, no doubt as it is not mine.