Stories of the Souls

... For there was a man who could not feel. Not the wind, beyond its touch, not the rays of light, beyond their glow, not the sea, beyond its salt, not the earth beyond its grip. Neither cry, nor laughter, beyond their sound. Not the eyes, not the skin. Not the love of another, not his own love. There was no experience overtaking his heart. No idea holding his mind. No place where he could stand in awe. There were none that he could understand.

And there was nothing he could understand, but for that one moment when he could understand himself. And in that moment he saw the world reflected in his own eyes. So he chose, that day, that he would roam this world and look for stories. Look for all those that feel the way that he can not...