My soul. What is it?

I think about the human soul. I try to grasp it. Feel its existence. I want to touch it. Maybe that's what I am. A soul. I know I'm real. Therefore, a soul must be real. I'm not sure that a soul lives forever. My physical being isn't forever. But the soul part of me isn't physical. Maybe different rules apply. I'm of the mind that I can touch my soul. In a spiritual sense. I'm not sure that my soul had a cognitive awareness until it was encapsulated. In my physical being. But then, maybe it isn't contained in my body. I only imagine it is. Maybe my soul is imagining everything. Creating all these human illusions. And maybe my soul is god almighty himself. Living. Inside me. --Jim Broede