I have been thinking of this poem by Emily Dickinson: ” The Soul Selects Her Own Society”

First, do we have a soul? And if we do, is it a she? or a he? or it depends on the person? Do animals have a soul? These are very existential questions. I want to believe we do, we do have a soul because I like to think there is something magical about us, I also want to consider our soul selecting our own society as Dickison says,  meaning that the people close to us were selected for a magical purpose.  I want to believe that humans have something special, and there is a meaning behind everything, a magical purpose. 

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