A man and his soul went walking on a dusty road.
Happening upon a fork in the road, the man chose the path to the left.
But his soul didn’t want to go.
They had been fighting a lot lately, and this time it outright refused to budge.
And it pleaded its wordless case.
Impressing upon the man’s heart as best it could.
Clutching at his gut had worked in the past, but not this time.
This time the man was determined to go left.
So he betrayed his soul and started down the path of his choosing.
He walked a few feet and was struck with an ill feeling.
A feeling of loss so strong that it broke his heart.
Realizing that he had just left his own soul behind.
And as he turned around, he saw his soul standing back at the fork in the road.
It had taken on the form of a faceless man, standing there in the dirt.
Pointing to the right road.