Reason. There is only one thing that I can command you—I know no more. These things of sense must be forsaken entirely,1 and, as long as we bear this body, we must have care lest our wings be entangled by their sticky lime, as we need whole and faultless wings to fly from this darkness to that light. For, that light does not even deign to show itself to those who have been shut up within this prison of the body, unless they are strong enough, after breaking and destroying their prison, to take wing