The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Your heart is the face of your spirit, it holds everything you have been, you are, and what you are going to be.
All the truly deep people have at the core of their being the genius to be simple or to know how to seek simplicity
The eye... the point where a person's identity is concentrated.
Nothing is so powerful as an insight into human nature... what compulsions drive a man, what instincts dominate his action. If you know these things abut a person, you can touch him at the core of his being.
Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.
What I'm above all primarily concerned with is the substance of life, the pith of reality. If I had to sum up my work, I suppose that's it really: I'm taking the pith out of reality.
I would say the soul would be more than the engine. The soul would be like the computer system that coordinates everything, from the smog device to the fuel injection system to the brakes.
