Tristero thinks he has refuted my denial of the existence of souls by citing Otis Redding’s soul, but I reject his refutation! He has done it by the sneaky tactic of a strategic redefinition of “soul”, away from ‘magic essence of personal identity independent of the material substrate of the brain’ to ‘smokin” hot passionate musicality’, and I must call shenanigans. Shenanigans, I say!
I could be refuted, however, if Redding’s soul were to possess my body and set me to crooning “These arms of mine” down the hallway right now.
Actually, there are many moments when it would be useful to be possessed by Otis Redding. He never does.