The Mind Is Not the Soul
We often confuse the soul with the mind, or the body. But they are not the same. The mind can falter. The body can writhe in pain. And yet the soul may still be present—intact, luminous, enduring. This is one of the great tragedies of being human: when the mind decays or the body suffers long before the soul has left it. When the person we love is still here, but unreachable. When their body remains, but their joy, their clarity, their ease have vanished. Weep. Weep for the cruelty of it. Weep for the long goodbye. Weep for the moments that should have been gentle but were not. But do not despair. Because the soul is not so easily broken. It does not vanish with memory loss or tremble at physical pain. It may be quiet, but it is not gone. It may be hidden, but it is not erased. Sometimes, the soul waits. Sometimes, it endures. Sometimes, it teaches us how to love without answers, without reciprocity, without ease. To love someone whose mind has unraveled or whose bod...