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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the part to undress and inspect first, before anyone looks at the body.

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The Soul (n.) cannot ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠be seriously understood without understanding the nature of the world as a whole.

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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠like a book in which memory and perception act as scribe, writing words that make our judgments true or false.

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The Soul (n.) can ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠be described as it is only by a god; humans can say only what it is like.

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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠immortal because its own evil, injustice, does not kill it — and nothing dies of an evil proper to something else.

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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠immortal because it moves itself: only what moves itself never stops moving, since it never stops being itself.

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The Soul (n.) always ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠brings life to whatever it occupies, so it can never admit death: it is deathless as three is uneven.

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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠what the citizen of the greatest city neglects while he strains after wealth, reputation and honors — and should be ashamed of neglecting.

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Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠divine, and when it has quitted the body a return to heaven is open to it, least difficult to the most virtuous and just.

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The Soul (n.) must ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠come to each of us from somewhere, and where else than from the body of the universe — like ours, only lovelier in every respect?

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The Soul (n.) that ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠investigates through the body is dragged toward things that never stay the same, and grows confused and dizzy, as if drunk.

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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the power that carries and holds up the whole of nature — a 'nature-sustainer' whose true name sounds so odd that we prettified it into psuchē.

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The Soul (n.) that ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠shares the body's delights is always full of body when it departs, and soon falls back into another body and grows with it as if sewn in.

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The Soul (n.) talks ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠to the body's desires as one thing to another — "Endure, my heart, you have endured worse than this" — ruling them rather than being their tuning.

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The Soul (n.) holds ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠an instrument, blinded by other ways of life and rekindled by study, more worth preserving than ten thousand eyes, since only with it can truth be seen.

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The Soul (n.) as ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠we see it is like the sea god Glaucus, limbs broken off, crusted with shells, seaweed and stones, more like a wild animal than its natural self.

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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a citadel: when it stands empty of knowledge, fine ways of living, and words of truth, false and boastful words rush up and occupy it.

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Soul (n.) are ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠always the same in number: none is destroyed, and if the immortal increased, the increase would have to come from the mortal, until everything was immortal.

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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠handed to strange teachers with less thought than the body is handed to a doctor — people confer for days about a physician and not an hour about a sophist.

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The Soul (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the single form where all the senses converge; without it we would be Wooden Horses with perceptions sitting inside us like soldiers.