I will not try to define the soul today. When I seek to categorize or give place to the soul, I lose contact with it. I connect with it through thought and definition rather than through sensing. Soul is experiential. These senses that I have, my sight, hearing, touching and so on, are what allow me to know the soul. I am alive and soul is alive; we are made of the same particle stuff, issuing from one source. There is no beginning and no end, no way to be separate from what is, no place that is not the place. Running after soul only makes it elude me – not because of the act of running, but because of seeing it as somewhere other than where I am.

I will seek direct experience of soul.

What stuff is soul made of? The question is as meaningless as asking what stuff citizenship or Wednesdays are made of. The soul is a holistic concept. It is not made of stuff at all. Where is the soul located?
Nowhere. To talk of the soul as being in a place is as misconceived as trying to locate the number seven or Beethoven’s 5th Symphony. Such concepts are not in space at all.
Paul Davies