When I was a kid, I did imagine the soul. Growing up Catholic encouraged these imaginings, and I pictured something about the size and the shape of a heart, but this was of course complicated by the mortal sin by which all were gripped. Even then, I thought this a little unfair. Even poor babies had black souls I thought of as something akin to a soggy & meaty charcoal. In my mind, the soul could be a nasty substance, at least according to the standards of the church, which I am unable to ever remember trusting.

Over and out, the kid needs to use the computer for his homework.