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Our intellect is an ascetic who wears no clothes, takes no food, knows no sleep, has no wishes, feels no love or hatred or pity for human limitations, who only reasons, unmoved, through the vicissitudes of life.
Soul
We have seen that taking shelter in the dead is death itself, and only taking all the risk of life to the fullest extent is living.
