Do We Have An Immortal Soul?

The I is the big mystery of life. The I is a miraculous unit of reflective self-consciousness that is aware of its own individuality and separateness from life; and although every I is made of the same individuated consciousness of life each I in the words of the poet John Keats possesses a bliss peculiar to each one by individual existence. The I is who we are. It is our distinct individual core identity. Like snowflakes we are all different but the same; but how do we become different? Better still how do we even become a distinct separate I?