The purpose of man can be thought of as the work of a stonemason: to set free an invisible shape caught in rough matter, to bring to light a perfect idea in a world of unruly senses. The logos is man’s chisel, the thumos his hammer, the eros the stone he works on, and the nous the light that shines in his mind. A good sculptor is guided by vision and well supported by the skill of his craft. A bad sculptor, however, is not necessarily led astray by an evil daimon; more likely he is simply insufficiently skilled to tame his stone’s unruliness.
