Death of soul is the death of love, and I'm not speaking in a religious sense, although one could interpret it as such I suppose. My choice of the word 'soul' refers to the fire of life that permeates and suffuses all living things. Some look to a god in heaven, others look to the eyes of a child or the branches of a towering tree, but they're all of the same essence— the living fire of life. And to be complete one must share that fire with other living things, a partner, a friend, strangers, dogs, children. Jane Goodall has spent a lifetime watching and observing the fire that makes a chimp a chimp, others have made great wealth, money to burn, hoping that it will warm them in the end, but there is no fire there. We must first love ourselves in order to love the world, and that is no small task. But the paradox is this— the journey to the self lies through the world, through our engagement and embrace with those we hate as well as those we love. An enemy exists only in the power you give him to control and destroy you.”
—Excerpt from an unpublished Soul Manifesto
The roots of our unique human experience are only as shallow as our connections to one another on this planet, and if we deepen those connections through language and poetry, myth and storytelling, essay and commentary, we strengthen and enlarge the...