The soul is good.

It is heavy, a counterweight within thee.

The soul is a stone. It warms in the sun, and can hold its heat long. But it freezes in the dark.

The spirit is built of breath, and rises ever toward the highest point in the body's room, escaping in the end when the last door opens.

The soul remains planted in its ground, and returns to its earth, while the spirit disappears in the sky.