A thought that came to me while walking:

Everything has energy, a soul if you will. Yes, even the rocks at the side of the road and the tree stump rotting in the forest.

I don’t care what you call it, and in fact spending time trying to encapsulate this concept into a syllable detracts from the whole point.

Regardless…

Humanity’s problem is we think this soul is both mysterious and proprietary.

On a walk.