I AM OPEN TO NOT HAVING A SOUL

I live amongst the bees. I am a spider. I am an insect. I am a caterpillar that will never see wings. I like blue skies but they annoy me sometimes. So does love. I wish love would stop annoying me. I will have to stop it, somehow, in a way that will be permanent. Maybe I will stop it from entering my soul. That would be the best course of action, if I had a soul. I am open to not having a soul. Many folk do not, why not me?