'A single Hound'

Consciousness. I know I have it, but have no idea what it is or where it comes from (nor does anyone else, whatever they may say). I am equally sure that I have a soul, but again have no idea what it is or where it comes from. Are consciousness and soul the same thing, or aspects of the same thing? Is soul perhaps a deeper form of consciousness, one that somehow connects with a reality beyond time and space? Both consciousness and soul seem identical with our ultimate selves. We inhabit consciousness, and infer everything else. These are deep waters. Over to you, Emily Dickinson –This Consciousness that is awareOf Neighbors and the SunWill be the one aware of DeathAnd that itself aloneIs traversing the intervalExperience betweenAnd most profound experimentAppointed unto Men—How adequate unto itselfIts properties shall beItself unto itself and noneShall make discovery.Adventure most unto itselfThe Soul condemned to be—Attended by a single HoundIts own identity.This poem was sent to me…