Editors’ Comment
My soul is abstract. I don’t know how to define it. I don’t know how it exists. I don’t know what it means.
But in this abstraction, there are a number of truths that I have grown to understand.
My soul cannot be changed. It can be brainwashed and it can be manipulated, but it cannot be eviscerated.
My soul connects with other souls. It is a magnet,
committed to finding its singular match.
My soul is not restricted by the labels of the body. Race and size and gender are not barriers to its movement.
My soul can be channeled through my art. It can make music that communicates sadness, and passion, and anger.
My soul must be sustained. It is fueled by hearty recipes that have been written with love and passion and unique cultural history.
My soul does not need saving. It is inside of me. It is not dictated by a higher power.
My soul can experience thoughts and feelings that I cannot understand – concepts that I can only hope to grasp with my mind.
My soul is hidden. It must be uncovered. It must be unlocked. It is always prepared to emerge, always ready to shine through the veil of the body.
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