What, then, is the soul but a prisoner of your flesh? An undying yet constrained energy, bound and enslaved within a shuffling, steadily rotting suit of tissue and savage needs?
David Wong, This Book Is Full of Spiders: Seriously, Dude, Don't Touch It
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