The human being has no unnatural soul. The soul is a byproduct of the fear of loss of self in death, a reassurance that the essence lives on. But the essense is no otherworldly constituent, nor a present being, but is a continuous action, a byproduct of biological exchange. To die is to become whole, become equal; and thus to live is to invite change. This is the way in which our earth was created.
God is also a creation of the human condition, a concept entwined in beginning and end, fate and destination. To live as a human is to worship under any name, all earthly beliefs created on an equal plane. Yet to live godless is to deny the human mind the security of dependence, and thus religious reverence turns to another unit of existence. And it is hereupon, in the godless mind, where the body is disowned and its dirtiness can be analyzed, because in the absence of a creator, the body was constructed under arbitrary biological limits and has no divine artistic merit to it. The soul, which human beings feel so deeply in their core, is inherently connected to God. So thus the godless mind obtains a godless body, and creates itself a sickness to worship in the place of any such religious being.
To be alive is to change. There is no life without the complex exchanges of homeostasis. Without the imbalance of electricity, of chemicals and water, the body is unable to think, unable to move, unable to feel. The impermance of existence permits us to exist. Thus the human plight is a struggle with a dissociated soul for the brief moment it persists, bound to attempt to order a world born of disorder in a vain hope that, in doing so, it can recognize itself.