If a man could be throughly penetrated, as he ought, with this thought, that we are all in an especial manner sprung from God, and that God is the Father of men as well as of Gods, full surely he would never conceive aught ignoble or base of himself. Whereas if Caesar were to adopt you, your haughty looks would be intolerable; will you not be elated at knowing that you are the son of God?
Now, however, it is not so with us: but seeing that in our birth these two things are commingled--the body which we share with the animals, and the Reason and Thought
which we share with the Gods--many incline towards this unhappy kinship with the dead, few rise to the blessed kinship with the Divine.
Since then every one must deal with each thing according to the view which he forms about it, those few who hold that they are born for fidelity, modesty, and unerring
sureness in dealing with the things of sense, never conceive aught base or ignoble of themselves: but the multitude the contrary.
Why, what am I?--A wretched human creature; with this miserable flesh of mine. Miserable indeed! but you have something better than that paltry flesh of yours. Why then
cling to the one, and neglect the other?