I do not often imagine the soul as a machine, but a good metaphor expands the imagination.
Quote: This was when Geryon liked to plan / his autobiography, in that blurred state / between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul. / Like the terrestrial crust of the earth / which is proportionally ten times thinner than an eggshell, the skin of the soul / is a miracle of mutual pressures.
— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse
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