The first gift that God gives is the Holy Ghost. Therein God gives all His gifts: that is the "living water; to whom I give that, he shall never thirst again. "
Coincidentally, this morning, a friend of mine asked me whether people have souls. I told him that in a sense everything has a soul — even a stone has a soul. I have felt this. Bosch even touched on this question in The Garden of Earthly Delights.
Our fellow companion in the search for Being reminds us:
It seems as though perhaps its time to dispense with this foolish idea that men are not born with souls. The idea is already not properly understood, because people want to think about it, whereas they should just sense it. Then they would know something; for common sense (the sense of the whole body) is far more important than theorizing, in this case.
Otherwise all of this talk about souls is just conjecture, and conjecture is as far removed from truth as Being is from not being.
This is the passage from the sermon that particularly interests me, because it makes so clear what I meant by my remarks of February 19. Nothing can flow into the members if it is not the soul; and nothing can create soul if it is not God. These things are real, not mere ideas that Meister Eckhart brings us on a sheet of paper for the edification of our intellectual being.
The intellect — that part of intelligence which is capable of touching God — needs to be inwardly formed by the divine energy, so that it reaches upward, not downward.
In point of fact, this particular sermon does an excellent job, if one understands the question of intellect, of explaining the difference between Being as it looks upwards through intellect towards God, which is in the nature of essence, and being as it looks downward into associative and ordinary thinking, which is in the nature of personality. But above all, it does the most excellent job of explaining how God flows into the body through the power of divine sensation and fills us with goodness and love.
To be filled with goodness and love is to know the soul; and it is so different and so apart from ordinary being that one might as well speak about honey and sand. One is sweet and flows on the tongue; the other one fills the mouth, but there is no satisfaction in it.