What is a soul? The spark that animates, that breathes life; that which gives rise to the intellect and shapes the voice? If any creature has a soul, you must; you strive and question to understand as men always have. If any creature has a soul; a question I don't care to contemplate; my creation, I am not the man to ask. You are my triumph, Lilith, and mine alone.

Every human life is finite; it may be long or brief; joyous or sorrowful; it may end at Nature's whim or it may be snuffed out swiftly. You are something new, transcendent; immortality made manifest.