Socrates: Yet the answer is easy, since all philosophers assert with one voice that mind is the king of heaven and earth—in reality they are magnifying themselves. And perhaps they are right. But still I should like to consider the class of mind, if you do not object, a little more fully.
Philebus: Take your own course, Socrates, and never mind length; we shall not tire of you.
Socrates: Very good; let us begin then, Protarchus, by asking a question.
Protarchus: What question?
Socrates: Whether all this which they call the universe is left to the guidance of unreason and chance medley, or, on the contrary, as our fathers have declared, ordered and governed by a marvellous intelligence and wisdom.
Protarchus: Wide asunder are the two assertions, illustrious Socrates, for that which you were just now saying to me appears to be blasphemy; but the other assertion, that mind orders all things, is worthy of the aspect of the world, and of the sun, and of the moon, and of the stars and of the whole circle of the heavens; and never will I say or think otherwise.
Socrates: Shall we then agree with them of old time in maintaining this doctrine—not merely reasserting the notions of others, without risk to ourselves—but shall we share in the danger, and take our part of the reproach which will await us, when an ingenious individual declares that all is disorder?
Protarchus: That would certainly be my wish.
Socrates: Then now please to consider the next stage of the argument.
Protarchus: Let me hear.
Socrates: We see that the elements which enter into the nature of the bodies of all animals, fire, water, air, and, as the storm-tossed sailor cries, “land” (i.e., earth), reappear in the constitution of the world.
Protarchus: The proverb may be applied to us; for truly the storm gathers over us, and we are at our wit’s end.
Socrates: There is something to be remarked about each of these elements.
Protarchus: What is it?
Socrates: Only a small fraction of any one of them exists in us, and that of a mean sort, and not in any way pure, or having any power worthy of its nature. One instance will prove this of all of them; there is fire within us, and in the universe.
Protarchus: True.
Socrates: And is not our fire small and weak and mean? But the fire in the universe is wonderful in quantity and beauty, and in every power that fire has.
Protarchus: Most true.
Socrates: And is the fire in the universe nourished and generated and ruled by the fire in us, or is the fire in you and me, and in other animals, dependent on the universal fire?
Protarchus: That is a question which does not deserve an answer.
Socrates: Right; and you would say the same, if I am not mistaken, of the earth which is in animals and the earth which is in the universe, and you would give a similar reply about all the other elements?
Protarchus: Why, how could any man who gave any other be deemed in his senses?
Socrates: I do not think that he could—but now go on to the next step. When we saw those elements of which we have been speaking gathered up in one, did we not call them a body?
Protarchus: We did.
Socrates: And the same may be said of the cosmos, which for the same reason may be considered to be a body, because made up of the same elements.