Just as God is supposed, on the first day, to have conceived darkness in order that light might have meaning, so do humans posit their own existence as individual souls distinct from the vast mind of God and the limitless matter of God's universe, in order to observe these from a separate position.
Judging the gap between ourselves and God as the extent to which we fall short, humans suppose that their souls could stand improvement. This task of spiritual improvement gives meaning and destiny to our lives, and is grounded in the assumption that the human soul has agency, can exercise choice, and therefore has something called free will, even in a universe governed by an all-knowing Other.
Asks Ramblin' Jack Elliot, what is the soul of man?
Replies John Ashbery, a bit bleakly,
"...the soul is not a soul,/ Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: it's room, our moment of attention."
TITLE - "Soul"
WHERE - Vancouver, British Columbia (2020)