Our egos are the artisans who create and shape these Spirits through the moments we cherish, the dreams we pursue, and the wounds we carry within us. They are the embodiment of our connections, our loves, our losses - all woven together in the graceful dance of existence.

For some people, Spirit becomes an attachment to the past, an anchor that refuses to let go of memories and emotions. The death of a loved one, for example, can bind their Spirit to ours, and they turn into souls - our eternal silent companions, forever imprinted in the depths of our consciousness, wrapped in crimson threads of attachment that we have not learned to see.

Although invisible to the eye, the presence of these Spirits is tangible, felt in the whisper of a breeze, the echo of a familiar voice, or the warmth of a long-forgotten hug. They are silent companions who accompany us on our life's journey, reminding us who we are and where we have been.

In this tapestry of intertwined destinies, the Spirits weave a silent symphony, their presence a comforting reminder that we are never truly alone. They are the echoes of our souls that resonate in the fabric of existence, crossing the boundary between the material and the immaterial, the visible and the invisible.

Just try to hear them, try to see them through the darkness of your rejection!