"Just as the heart is hidden in the human body, so is the body surrounded by the powers of the soul because these reach to the ends of the earth."
~ Hildegard of Bingen
Perhaps the soul comes from and goes nowhere, because it is and always has been everywhere. Perhaps the alien soul I feel is mine is so only because I haven’t traveled far enough within it to know to just how vast it is. If so, why does what is so obvious to others elude me so? There is so much to learn from everything and all those around me and I have nothing to give in return. So many epiphanies, and not one coherent sentence I am able to articulate. Perhaps silence is the best elucidation.
So the mind rambles on, and on with this mesmerizing confliction called reason.