One certainly has a soul, but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing "about around and underneath" man, except man himself.
Maidens like moths are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Absence - that common cure of love.
For truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.