Lines from the Throne of Old Ideas

Self: What is the substance of a mind?

Soul: Fireflies in a pickle jar.

Self: Is time a circle or a line?

Soul: Moth wings tapping on a drum.

Self: Am I the water or the fire?

Soul: Steam uprising from the soil.

Self: What, then, of the afterlife?

Soul: A coil of air, a curl.

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