Formatio Reticularis

A metaphorical film about the relationship between body and soul.
How does the soul make itself visible in the body?

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The body is always in motion. Even when it sleeps it is never completely still. The body is visible. The soul is not. The body can speak. It feels something all the time, and yet what it feels, is the soul. And the soul feels the body first, which holds it back so it doesn’t escape.

What happens when you try to stand in between? Between the body and the soul?
Between the on and off? Who is then the perpetrator and who is the victim?
Who executes and who obeys? Or am I the perpetrator who makes himself the victim?
Where is the boundary there? And who determines it at all?