As Plotinus tells us, we elected the body, the parents, the place, and the circumstances that suited the soul and that, as the myth says, belongs to its necessity.

Sooner or later something seems to call us onto a particular path... this is what I must do, this is what I've got to have. This is who I am.

I've found that contemporary psychology enrages me with its simplistic ideas of human life, and also its emptiness.

It's the only way we can get out of being so human-centered: to remain attached to something other than humans.

We cannot be studied or cured apart from the planet.

Well, if I'm only a result of past causes, then I'm a victim of those past causes. There is no deeper meaning behind things that gives me a reason to be here.

Rather let us imagine the anima mundi as that particular soul-spark, that seminal image, which offers itself through each thing in its visible form. Then anima mundi indicates the animated possibilities presented by each new event as it is, its sensuous presentation as a face bespeaking its interior image - in short, its availability to imagination, its presence as psychic reality. Not only animals and plants ensouled as in the Romantic vision, but soul is given with each thing, God-given things of nature and man-made things of the street.