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To bound around through interspaces big;
Thus; shut within these confines; they take on
Motions of sense; which; after death; thrown out
Beyond the body to the winds of air;
Take on they cannot… and on this account;
Because no more in such a way confined。
For air will be a body; be alive;
If in that air the soul can keep itself;
And in that air enclose those motions all
Which in the thews and in the body itself
A while ago 'twas making。 So for this;
Again; again; I say confess we must;
That; when the body's wrappings are unwound;
And when the vital breath is forced without;
The soul; the senses of the mind dissolve;…
Since for the twain the cause and ground of life
Is in the fact of their conjoined estate。
  Once more; since body's unable to sustain
Division from the soul; without decay
And obscene stench; how canst thou doubt but that
The soul; uprisen from the body's deeps;
Has filtered away; wide…drifted like a smoke;
Or that the changed body crumbling fell
With ruin so entire; because; indeed;
Its deep foundations have been moved from place;
The soul out…filtering even through the frame;
And through the body's every winding way
And orifice? And so by many means
Thou'rt free to learn that nature of the soul
Hath passed in fragments out along the frame;
And that 'twas shivered in the very body
Ere ever it slipped abroad and swam away
Into the winds of air。 For never a man
Dying appears to feel the soul go forth
As one sure whole from all his body at once;
Nor first come up the throat and into mouth;
But feels it failing in a certain spot;
Even as he knows the senses too dissolve
Each in its own location in the frame。
But were this mind of ours immortal mind;
Dying 'twould scarce bewail a dissolution;
But rather the going; the leaving of its coat;
Like to a snake。 Wherefore; when once the body
Hath passed away; admit we must that soul;
Shivered in all that body; perished too。
Nay; even when moving in the bounds of life;
Often the soul; now tottering from some cause;
Craves to go out; and from the frame entire
Loosened to be; the countenance becomes
Flaccid; as if the supreme hour were there;
And flabbily collapse the members all
Against the bloodless trunk… the kind of case
We see when we remark in common phrase;
〃That man's quite gone;〃 or 〃fainted dead away〃;
And where there's now a bustle of alarm;
And all are eager to get some hold upon
The man's last link of life。 For then the mind
And all the power of soul are shook so sore;
And these so totter along with all the frame;
That any cause a little stronger might
Dissolve them altogether。… Why; then; doubt
That soul; when once without the body thrust;
There in the open; an enfeebled thing;
Its wrappings stripped away; cannot endure
Not only through no everlasting age;
But even; indeed; through not the least of time?
  Then; too; why never is the intellect;
The counselling mind; begotten in the head;
The feet; the hands; instead of cleaving still
To one sole seat; to one fixed haunt; the breast;
If not that fixed places be assigned
For each thing's birth; where each; when 'tis create;
Is able to endure; and that our frames
Have such complex adjustments that no shift
In order of our members may appear?
To that degree effect succeeds to cause;
Nor is the flame once wont to be create
In flowing streams; nor cold begot in fire。
  Besides; if nature of soul immortal be;
And able to feel; when from our frame disjoined;
The same; I fancy; must be thought to be
Endowed with senses five;… nor is there way
But this whereby to image to ourselves
How under…souls may roam in Acheron。
Thus painters and the elder race of bards
Have pictured souls with senses so endowed。
But neither eyes; nor nose; nor hand; alone
Apart from body can exist for soul;
Nor tongue nor ears apart。 And hence indeed
Alone by self they can nor feel nor be。
  And since we mark the vital sense to be
In the whole body; all one living thing;
If of a sudden a force with rapid stroke
Should slice it down the middle and cleave in twain;
Beyond a doubt likewise the soul itself;
Divided; dissevered; asunder will be flung
Along with body。 But what severed is
And into sundry parts divides; indeed
Admits it owns no everlasting nature。
We hear how chariots of war; areek
With hurly slaughter; lop with flashing scythes
The limbs away so suddenly that there;
Fallen from the trunk; they quiver on the earth;
The while the mind and powers of the man
Can feel no pain; for swiftness of his hurt;
And sheer abandon in the zest of battle:
With the remainder of his frame he seeks
Anew the battle and the slaughter; nor marks
How the swift wheels and scythes of ravin have dragged
Off with the horses his left arm and shield;
Nor other how his right has dropped away;
Mounting again and on。 A third attempts
With leg dismembered to arise and stand;
Whilst; on the ground hard by; the dying foot
Twitches its spreading toes。 And even the head;
When from the warm and living trunk lopped off;
Keeps on the ground the vital countenance
And open eyes; until 't has rendered up
All remnants of the soul。 Nay; once again:
If; when a serpent's darting forth its tongue;
And lashing its tail; thou gettest chance to hew
With axe its length of trunk to many parts;
Thou'lt see each severed fragment writhing round
With its fresh wound; and spattering up the sod;
And there the fore…part seeking with the jaws
After the hinder; with bite to stop the pain。
So shall we say that these be souls entire
In all those fractions?… but from that 'twould follow
One creature'd have in body many souls。
Therefore; the soul; which was indeed but one;
Has been divided with the body too:
Each is but mortal; since alike is each
Hewn into many parts。 Again; how often
We view our fellow going by degrees;
And losing limb by limb the vital sense;
First nails and fingers of the feet turn blue;
Next die the feet and legs; then o'er the rest
Slow crawl the certain footsteps of cold death。
And since this nature of the soul is torn;
Nor mounts away; as at one time; entire;
We needs must hold it mortal。 But perchance
If thou supposest that the soul itself
Can inward draw along the frame; and bring
Its parts together to one place; and so
From all the members draw the sense away;
Why; then; that place in which such stock of soul
Collected is; should greater seem in sense。
But since such place is nowhere; for a fact;
As said before; 'tis rent and scattered forth;
And so goes under。 Or again; if now
I please to grant the false; and say that soul
Can thus be lumped within the frames of those
Who leave the sunshine; dying bit by bit;
Still must the soul as mortal be confessed;
Nor aught it matters whether to wrack it go;
Dispersed in the winds; or; gathered in a mass
From all its parts; sink down to brutish death;
Since more and more in every region sense
Fails the whole man; and less and less of life
In every region lingers。
                         And besides;
If soul immortal is; and winds its way
Into the body at the birth of man;
Why can we not remember something; then;
Of life…time spent before? why keep we not
Some footprints of the things we did of; old?
But if so changed hath been the power of mind;
That every recollection of things done
Is fallen away; at no o'erlong remove
Is that; I trow; from what we mean by death。
Wherefore 'tis sure that what hath been before
Hath died; and what now is is now create。
  Moreover; if after the body hath been built
Our mind's live powers are wont to be put in;
Just at the moment that we come to birth;
And cross the sills of life; 'twould scarcely fit
For them to live as if they seemed to grow
Along with limbs and frame; even in the blood;
But rather as in a cavern all alone。
(Yet all the body duly throngs with sense。)
But public fact declares against all this:
For soul is so entwined through the veins;
The flesh; the thews; the bones; that even the teeth
Share in sensation; as proven by dull ache;
By twinge from icy water; or grating crunch
Upon a stone that got in mouth with bread。
Wherefore; again; again; souls must be thought
Nor void of birth; nor free from law of death;
Nor

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