You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.
I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.
I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.
The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan's care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.
I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.
I am; I was. I want to be.