Soul

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"The soul I have planted within you is called a candle", and even so, sometimes I feel that my soul loses its way on the winding road, in the darkness of nightfall.  But this is the way of the soul, and she is light, seeking to light up the darkness.  And she is a candle.  A memorial light that may be snuffed out in an instant. 

"And what am I do do when my soul desires Torah" and when my soul yearns for her Creator, and there is not enough time to draw near, to understand, to study her in depth.  And yet, day by day, hour by hour, occasionally even through the fog of my senses and in great confusion, I thank you for returning her to me once again, because the soul is the source of joy.  And just as the soul is pure, so is joy.  And the life force that surges from the depths of the soul, that too is pure. 

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