I will never forget the first time I watched Soul. It was not the haunting soundtrack from the Reznor and Ross duo nor the whirlwind storyline that glued my eyes to the makeshift projector wall I had fashioned last minute out of my window curtains but this: I mean– How do you, as an ordinary mind walking around the physical world, surrounded at every turn with mundane, opaque objects fastened to the banal constraints of our three dimensions and material world– How does one even begin to i...
