The reason why people can't find their soul is that it is muddied by the mind's constant activity and confusion. I can feel the millions of oxygen atoms fly away on an every exhaled breath I take...floating out into the world. A painter know that he's using the raw material of pigments but the vast majority of people do not realize that they are using the raw material of consciousness. If they think about consciousness at all, what comes to mind are its contents. Like a room full furniture, your consciousness is filled with thoughts and memories, wishes and fears and desire and dream. Some of this content gets changed...but some of it is permanent in the mind.
For Eternity can't be grasped by the mind in our ordinary waking state. You and I differ from each other in a thousands ways, depending on how we relate to our souls. On a given day, I may struck by a beautiful sunset, a loving smile from a child, a sudden truth about who I am. You may be struck by how must the poor deserve compassion, how wise a poem by Keats is ...of how beautiful it is to give to yourself. What keeps life fascinating is the constant creativity of the soul. After all is said and done, I believe heaven and when I die, I expect to be there.
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