“I’ve been thinking about love.
I’ve been thinking about it’s evolution.
Does it need another soul.
If it’s only an illusion”.
Reality and illusion not necessarily are inverses or enemies. I think sometimes they could be synonymous, dearest friends even.
What is a soul? Does it exist? Why do we speak of it as something present, true, real… without ever seeing it, touching it, sensing it physically.
Does that mean then, that the soul is an illusion? A fictional clot of feelings, emotions, experiences and hopes? It’s intangible, inaccessible to sight or touch.
But I know for sure that the soul is real. I can feel it physically, especially when I’m in great pain or feeling divine.
But I feel it the most when these eyes look at me. When our gazes meet. When I see myself in the reflection of these eyes. Then, it’s as if I can materialise my soul, sublimate it from The gaze into a little sapphire crystal, and then proudly demonstrate it and say: ‘This is my Soul’.
And I am absolutely sure, that it has two parts that nourish and reflect each other. After all, when we look at ourselves in the mirror, we always see our reflection.
