A fully rounded being

This is one of the most beautiful meditations (11.12) I think, evoking the image of the sphere as a symbol of perfection:

The spherical form of the soul maintains its figure, when it is neither extended towards any object, nor contracted inwards, nor dispersed nor sinks down, but is illuminated by light, by which it sees the truth, the truth of all things and the truth that is in itself.

The idea of the soul neither grasping at things nor recoiling, but keeping itself and its dignity intact, reminds me of the Buddhist  idea of craving as the source of suffering (although I know Buddhists don’t believe in a soul).