Not to indulge in pettifoggery but I AM is ageless. In other words, never born, never died. And the body? Well, that’s another story. A bit of a blip, really. Rounded upward, it’s 100.
Soul cannot be summoned to manage a crisis. Soul is the crisis. Hells bells, it’s an earthquake, a precipitating principle, the reason why obtuseness and immoderacy self-destruct.
What we are inclined to do, let us do more of. What we are disinclined to do, let us do less of. Inclinations and disinclinations—these are soul-speak, a language without a vocabulary.
There’s more joy in austerity than pleasure in indulgence. Austerity decides wisely, neither anticipates nor regrets, refrains from unnecessary action, keeps the body clean, lean and relaxed, and maintains a bit in the mouth of the mind.
We drink the Kool Aid when our first fealty is not to ourselves.