If my body becomes my soul where will I be? Where will I go to feel the world press against me, the resistance of air, gravity suspended in water? Will I be in this universe? Is there some place where this soul must be? Where will I be if not? Wherever there are women laughing or children chasing shadows where waves are running and grass is growing light is cresting hills in deepest space in darkest night in all you hear in all you see it’s there where I will be.
May Swenson, Question