The human soul

Man is not alone. Ever since its inception, with the first glimpse of consciousness until the last moments of life, there is another creature with him invisibly present. It is our soul. Yet we call it our second "I".

Man is not a robot or an unfeeling machine. He can love, hate, worry doubt. And what part of our body is able to produce the strong emotions that we so richly endowed? Maybe it's our brain, but no, its not that. The human brain is a powerful cybernetic installation, a supercomputer, all the possibilities and potential of which is unlikely to be revealed by. Our brain is just a machine. But the machines are dead, they can not feel any sense. So, there is something that divides us into good and evil people, into friends and enemies, and even dying, in some doubt. Or maybe it is not something, but someone? Someone is always located next to the man. An invisible creature that lives in the body. Being kind and harmless, consisting of mere emotion, and as opposed to its cold and calculating mind. This is it - the human soul. That it makes us tremble, worry and even arguing with itself. Do not believe me? Then think of how often you make important decisions for yourself every second, without any hesitation.

Never! Doubts overwhelm you, you're looking for options, argue, prove something, you think to yourself. No, you do not argue with them. So you're talking with your soul. And that it will help you invisibly pushing to the right decision. It is your sole mate and friend. Soul - being incorporeal. It lives forever and never grow old, unlike the human body consisting of flesh and blood. It is for this decrepit an old man of his physical nature is still young and full of energy there, in the depths of his soul.

We do not know where souls live. Where did they come from and where fly away, after leaving the human body. Perhaps somewhere in the depths of space, there is a planet, the abode of human souls. And it is there that they find their refuge and solace. We do not know why these creatures live in every human body. Who makes them do this? What power sends them to us? But without these things we never would have been people, and at all stages of our development, we were just machines, robots. Smart, practical, soulless, unable for any stupid act. Perhaps such an existence for us would be more reasonable?