The things that are dearest and most real to us are beyond words. Who can define or describe life, love, or beauty, but who can deny their existence? Most enigmatic of all is the soul.
A definition or a description of “soul” is impossible, but the attempts of our poets and composers, seem more successful than those of our scientists and philosophers. Virginia Woolf wrote in her story “A Summing Up” that “[Sasha] was conscious of a movement within her of some creature beating ... about her and trying to escape which she called the soul.” Perhaps we can do no better than that.
