From the Soul...

Hello dear Steemians! today I want to talk with you about the soul. (I recently posted it in spanish bit wanted to share it with you all)

Since Greek philosophy was spoken of the soul, in his writings Platón speaks of the soul as a principle of rationality and for Aristóteles is present as a principle of life.

Descartes wrote about the difference between the body and the soul highlighting reason over feelings, and highlighting the existence of the soul as the birth of thoughts.

"I perceive the body through the senses and, therefore, I can doubt of its existence. But the soul or thoughts are known through reason and I can not doubt of its existence ...
The body is extensive, it exists in space and is governed by mechanical laws, it functions like a machine. The soul is immaterial and inextensible, it is only thought."
.... Descartes (seventeenth century French philosopher)

Yes, today, for many, the Soul is seen as that spiritual part of men, for others, despite the theory of Descartes that united the body to the senses and not to the soul, the soul is the one that enables us not only to understand, but to feel and love.

If together with the body the soul constitutes the human essence when seeing the body as a machine, as Descartes put it, would we be talking only about the shell? and where irs the brain action? It is this that makes us feel, or is it really the soul; In addition, why do we relate feelings to the heart, will be for the symbolism and the importance of the heart as a vital organ, but who has not felt a pain in the chest for a heartbreak or overwhelming emotion.
In all this the particular essence of each being, where does it come from, from its soul?

In dance, it is often said that a dancer lacks of soul when he does not perform, when he is too neutral on stage and does not transmit. A dancer with soul has its own light on stage that shines and captures your attention7 and many times for me this is linked to the essence of each individual.

I hope you liked the post,
to finish I want to share some verses of the poem "From the Soul" by Mario Benedetti.

"...Brother body you have worked
from muscle and stomach and nerves
from kidneys and bronchi and diaphragm
When you tell me soul help me
I know you're damned you're stuff
and matter tends to defibrate ..."

"...Brother body you are fleeting
instant ephemeral conjunctural
After a gasp you will end motionless
And me that I am life
I will stay embraced to your bones
unable to be a soul without your guts."

....Mario Benedetti