Suits...

Maybe our souls are entirely different 'people' after we die. Even a dog and cat walk funny with custom-socks wrapped around their paws by humans. People too walk around like awkward potatoes in space suits, or waddle like dumb ducks in flippered feet ready for scuba diving. Imagine if the soul of a giraffe was transferred into the body of a elephant. Would it not naturally assume the trunk to be a neck? What are human souls exactly made of, because we sure aren't made to exist on this planet where a mere cut infects and kills, a sip of jungle water can cause cramps and death, too much heat or cold can destroy our skins, consuming raw leaves and meat can spawn worms and cancers, and too little water can make us hallucinate. We are, to all intents and purposes, aliens in 'human suits'. What if, on a similar note, the aliens we think are 'out there' are merely humans who've found a way to take off the 'Suit'?