The idea of the soul is like that of the body. An enduring structure that both digests and is constituted out of the stream of experience. It is an organic unity of differences formed according to archetypical patterns which are uniquely expressed in each instance. That which nourishes, or that which poisons, is extracted from the stream and broken apart, each component going to its corresponding organ. Time, which governs the order of the stream, is forgotten and only the relation of the different organs counts. The soul is more or less complete depending on how fully its pattern has been expressed, all that matters is the inner logic of the pattern or form.