We feel, we are extremely emotional, we sacrifice , we compromise, we desire, we love, we suffer….. And our “soul” takes it all in, with courage, like a never ending storage for what touches us the deepest, down to the core of our being. And gets richer, bigger, sometimes better, sometimes worst, and drives our engine, our being through whatever life throws at us, and pushes us through to the next again…and again.
Religions say it is that white cloud of smoke that raises up to havens when we end this earthly life, or goes down the road of fire and pain towards the melting red hell, or just jumps over and helps another living thing rise from nothingness and grow , just to die again and continue this ideal and imaginary infinite cycle.
Science can not disprove its existence, and nobody else can prove it; we can not see it, but we know it is there, somewhere, in the hidden corners of our hearts and minds, we feel it, we think it and it is reality to every individual. A subjective reality that we can almost touch but we can never identify from the complexity of our thoughts.