More Modern Mussar

There's an episode of the Simpsons where Bart sells his soul to Millhouse for $5. Suddenly Bart no longer has the ability to laugh, even at senseless violence. He has a dream where everyone is rowing arrowing happily on a lake, with their souls in tow, and he is alone, lonely, sad and miserable. He has to hunt down the piece of paper with his soul on it, which had eventually made it's way back to Lisa.

I cannot fathom the soul, its power of laughter, empathy, joy, tears and pain. The ability to conceive of spirituality, martyrdom, altruism. My soul is me, yet not me. Struggling with my body, embodying my spirit, I am a unity of flesh and breath, bones and consciousness, G-d's touch is within me, pulling and pushing me.

TRK