“We don't have a soul. We are a soul. We have a body."
George Macdonald, 1892”
George MacDonald (1824–1905) Scottish journalist, novelist
Non abbiamo che il corpo. L’anima è un’invenzione, polvere di croce.
“We don't have a soul. We are a soul. We have a body."
George Macdonald, 1892”
George MacDonald (1824–1905) Scottish journalist, novelist
Matt Dillahunty (1969) American activist
Refining Reason Debate: "Is It Reasonable to Believe that God Exists?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OL8LREmbDi0, Memphis, TN,
Sallustius Roman philosopher and writer
XX. On Transmigration of Souls, and how Souls are said to migrate into brute beasts.
On the Gods and the Cosmos
Context: It is the natural duty of souls to do their work in the body; are we to suppose that when once they leave the body they spend all eternity in idleness? Again, if the souls did not again enter into bodies, they must either be infinite in number or God must constantly be making new ones. But there is nothing infinite in the world; for in a finite whole there cannot be an infinite part. Neither can others be made; for everything in which something new goes on being created, must be imperfect. And the world, being made by a perfect author, ought naturally to be perfect.
Stéphane Mallarmé (1842–1898) French Symbolist poet
Letter to Henri Cazalis (April 1866), published in Selected Letters of Stéphane Mallarmé (1988), p. 60.
Observations
Context: Yes, I know, we are merely empty forms of matter, but we are indeed sublime in having invented God and our soul. So sublime, my friend, that I want to gaze upon matter, fully conscious that it exists, and yet launching itself madly into Dream, despite its knowl edge that Dream has no existence, extolling the Soul and all the divine impressions of that kind which have collected within us from the beginning of time and proclaiming, in the face of the Void which is truth, these glorious lies!
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
King and No King http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1521/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Context: I that have not your faith, how shall I know<br>That in the blinding light beyond the grave<br>We’ll find so good a thing as that we have lost?<br>The hourly kindness, the day’s common speech,<br>The habitual content of each with each<br>When neither soul nor body has been crossed.