If you went in search of it, you would not find the boundaries of the soul, though you traveled every road-so deep is its measure [logos].
HeraclitusMen forget where the way leads and what they meet with every day seems strange to them.We should not act and speak like men asleep.
HeraclitusThis world... ever was, and is, and shall be, ever-living Fire, in measures being kindled and in measures going out.
Heraclitus