Is life itself with its powerful creativity
and awareness the soul of the human animal?
If so, does my soul provide for me even after death?
Do I, the identity, cease to be when my ride dies?
What is the go-to thing that can provide support
for the troubles of a complex dream?
Is this need for assistance the crown which builds up
religious beliefs as its support in the form of the promise
of an eternal life of happy satisfaction and enjoyment?