Awell ABless My Soul

What's awrong with me? I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree. My friends say I'm acting wild as a bug. I'm in love. I'm all shook up

Thanks Elvis and especially thanks Mike Sanders who's got some soulful stuff going down at his blogtown.

The question of soul revolves around the question of "Who is the real you?" If
asked to point to yourself, most people will point a finger at their chest. But
what if a person had a brain transplant to a new body. We have an old brain
with its memories, personality traits and behavior patterns and a brand new
body. Is the person the brain or the body?