Children Of Eden

How do you define a Soul...? How do you use words to explain such an abstract aspect? Mankind has since time in memorial tried to answer this question, clinging to the chance of its existence, and why...? Is it curiosity? Is it the lust for further knowledge? Or perhaps it is something more? Something that stems from not mind, but emotion. Is it not the fear of an absolute End to existence that drives mankind to claw at the fabric of theories and tales to justify the existence itself? Not pain for the world it now resides in, that motivates such need for something greater, something to latch onto when mankind has delved itself into such darkness?
What if I told you the answer to this aged question? What if I could explain through my life story alone, the very nature of a Soul? Would you cower in the same Fear knowing that the aspect of it all is connected to something much Greater than our world? That its connection to what we call the Creator is something that has long existed...but faded.
The answer to the question, like many, lays in my birth, my unconventional birth, because after all...who is born as a grown woman? Who's first memories are those of falling? Who can say they that the sound of thunder and rain are what awoke their senses...that their first emotion was Fear, not for themselves, but the world...? Because I can...because upon opening my eyes in the cataclysmic storm of that day, I felt it the Pain of my brothers and sisters, and even though the downpour chilled my newborn naked skin, my tears of sorrow for something that I did not yet understand still flow down my face

"where am I...? Why...Why am I so Sad...?"