You can kill a soul. Been done for thousands of years, and much is made of doing such within folklore. That the art is lost to us now shows, perhaps, little more than our own inability to percieve it properly. I mean, really -- my soul was slain ages and ages ago. Why else would I have lost all reason? Best of the bunch, dear -- excellent choice in words, rhthym is wonderfully deceptive, and the physical beauty of the words themselves is just so...

thou and I, my friend, can, in the most flunkey world, make, each of us, one non-flunkey, one hero, if we like: that will be two heroes to begin with. (Carlyle)