I dig into soil, finding nothing important I was looking for.
Finally, I find a fossil. A fossil consisting of my own body, hard and lacking a soul.
I fathom a possibility that I could act as both this archaic lump and as my living vibrancy.
Both dying without soul and living without knowing an arduous polarity of humanity find a comforting cranny in my mind.
Am I crazy for wanting this?
A soul lacking such difficulty and a body lacking such a soul?
I don’t think so