The spirit. The real me.

My spirit. I’m relying on it. Not being a part of my physical being. It’s alone and separate. An indestructible non-physical entity. Some call it the soul. Some day. I will die. Physically.  But I sense that my spirit will survive. That’s the real me. I’m not religious. Instead, I’m spiritual. There’s a difference. I’m a free-thinker. A believer in the spiritual realm. That has existed forever. Long before orthodoxy religions tainted the physical world.  --Jim Broede