Sometimes when submerged in thoughts concerning the soul, I like to imagine an operating room, where a doctor demands scalpels, and scissors, and forceps, in an attempt to extract the human soul. The patient while undergoing the surgery, dies. The doctor undaunted, demands a new patient, who after the same procedure dies as well. After many failed attempts the doctor concludes that the soul only exists in children whom have retained some sort of innocent purity, beleiving the soul dies and rots into nothingness, after commiting it's first sin.