The soul doesn't know how to be trapped in any chain. Time holds no meaning for it, nor does place. Whenever it wants, wherever its heart desires, it can go, exist, or vanish. It dances with memories, loses itself among dreams, here one moment, a thousand places the next. Eternal, restless, always in motion. It doesn't fit in the narrow confines of the body. To it, force and coercion are a cruel joke. It is only freedom, pure liberation. The body may remain trapped in a corner, silent and still, but the soul,at that very moment,can be somewhere else entirely, somewhere it has chosen; in the embrace of a dream, in the echo of ocean waves, in a river fish longing for the sea, or in the flight of a seagull...