Do humans dream of organic sheep?

The soul:

In some religions, the soul is the immaterial, eternal, ethereal essence of the human being. Sometimes referred to as the spirit, ghosts, life after death and any number of any other poetic imaginings.

But what is a soul?

Well, dear reader, what do you believe the soul to consist of?

An eternity of peace, becoming one with light and hope? or a sticky green "ectoplasm", Ghostbusters style?

The truth is that no-one can define, let alone decide, what the soul is. Dan Brown purports, in a work of popular fiction, obviously, that the soul is a very real, physical entity that has its own, albeit slight, weight and therefore, for the astro-physicists out there, its own gravity.

Do you believe that?

Or do you believe, as my devout catholic family do, that the soul is trapped, emburdened by the very flesh of which you consist. Bound to silent non-existence until your earthly body is laid prostrate and your heavenly spirit may take flight and be at one with the everlasting? The inference being, of course, that life itself is merely a waiting-room, a waiting room filled with tests, but a waiting room nonetheless, until your death.

Personally, I believe that the search for the human soul and, by extension, the search for God and the search for meaning and purpose, is all just a convenient way of deluding ourselves.
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Thus

Love is waiting
You're locked and loaded
Breathe and blossom
Until you stumble, you'll run in circles
You walk on water

How many more times will you hide yourself?
Is there a secret that you keep inside?
I've had enough of this to last a lifetime
You're on your own this time and that's the way it's got to be

But love is waiting, I'll prove it to you
Take my hand, we'll walk on water
Breathe in deep, we'll find our own way down
They'll light our love and we'll burn together

Time is wasting
You hurry, I'm holding
Breathe in, don't panic
Together, we're stronger
Forgetting the question
We will walk on water
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Making up the numbers

You've lost sight of it all, you don't know
You've lost sight, you don't know you know

Hiding under window sills, in dens
Run to the other side of the square
Remember what they told you, mean nothing
They never really liked you

You don't remember anymore, do you?
You've lost your way, I know you know

Hiding under window sills, in dens
Run to the screen for air
Remember what they told you, be nothing
They never really loked you anyway
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Dead Roses Don't Fade

Well dressed they follow
Nice weather for it
A line from a film about the end of the world
Nice, I guess
It's hard to smile through tears, but we're trying
Velvet rope is expensive, no expense spared
There's two people in there already
Comforting, I guess
Recite the usual verses
And by the way, who's that over there?
Shame we don't see each other more
And how's the family?
Looks like they all went to the florist
No expense spared
It's the thought that counts
Is that the time already?
I'll see you all back at the bar
I'll have the usual
It's dark in here
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