One of the interesting things is that there is nowhere in our bodies even one single cell that "knows" who "I" am, or really even "Knows" that it is alive.
So we have to be in some way more than just a sum of the parts, and I guess that's about as close as I can come to a definition of a "soul".
As I get older, I constantly find that one of the saddest parts about life is never having answers to some of the greatest mysteries.
"As I get older, I constantly find that one of the saddest parts about life is never having answers to some of the greatest mysteries."
Because we're looking for the answers in the complex, when, perhaps, we should be looking in the simple. In the simple may lie the solution.
Just a suggestion.