Once upon a time there was an entire person.

One day, this person split into thousands of different parts.

Some of these parts didn’t end up being of much use or relevance to the universe. For example, what was a toenail, or even a whole leg, to do without the thought and nerves part of a system?

Perhaps the nerves themselves had enough in them to blink and twitch sometimes. Probably not visibly. Or maybe, with a lot of luck, they could evolve into some jellyfish-like creature.

And what of the brain pieces? Bits of random knowledge floating about space without direction. Somewhere, a fond memory from this person’s childhood will be living this moment forever.

Somewhere else, a distinct feeling of sadness. Or loss. Or elation. Or nausea!

But one of these parts is bound to be wondering constantly to itself, “Who am I?”

Perhaps that piece would be the soul part.