Don't we each have separate souls?

Since it's me you are asking . . .

I prefer to think of it in this way: we are each of us separate fingers connected as a hand. To us, at this level, it seems as if we are individuals, but in reality. . .

It has become trite to announce that all of us are actually one. That statement no longer packs punch. So let me just say . . .

Imagine the universe as the firmament. Holes exist in its fabric. And then it appears that there are stars when through those holes projects, from the one super-source, there beams light.

The size and shape of its hole gives each sole it characteristic vibration and timbre. "I'm me, says each. Look and see what I can do!"