I woke up one morning with the distinct feeling that my soul was gone, maybe withered up and died during the night. I guess this was really just the feeling of the muses leaving me. Eventually after a fews days it resuscitated. (It reminded me of the cartoon “Bart Sells His Soul“.)
Aside: The other day the electronic sensor in an automated wash basin didn’t work and the first thought that flashed through my mind was, “Maybe I don’t exist”, but only for a split-second.