is not about the Soul or the no-Soul; it is about the fact that our minds seek to identify with things, anything they can actually.

To further aggravate our emotional woes, modernity has cast aside what had been, since the dawn of time, a central resource for coping with life’s vicissitudes. God has died and there is now little we can turn to, intone in front of, or beg for deliverance from when times grow hard. We dwell in a world ruled by the pitiless laws of science in which

The soul seems to suffer when its inward eye is occluded, a victim of overwhelming events.