The soul has no birth, no death, no beginning, no end.
Sin cannot touch it, nor can virtue exalt it.
Wisdom cannot open it up, nor can ignorance darken it.
It has been always and always it will be.
This is the very being of man, and all else is its cover, like a globe on the light.
The soul's unfoldment comes from its own power, which ends in its breaking through the ties of the lower planes.
It is free by nature, and looks for freedom during its captivity.
All the holy beings of the world have become so by freeing the soul, its freedom being the only object there is in life.