Do We Have an Immortal Soul?

The "I" is the big mystery of life. The "I" is a miraculous unit of reflective self-consciousness that is aware of its own individuality and separateness from life; and although every "I" is made of the same individuated consciousness of life, each "I", in the words of the poet John Keats, possesses "a bliss peculiar to each one by individual existence." The "I" is who we are. It is our distinct individual core identity. Like snowflakes, we are all different but the same; but how do we become different? Better still, how do we even become a distinct, separate "I"?