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Paradoxes of the Concept of Soul

The concept of anima mundi gave the first general epistemological frame to human beings. The world appeared as a representation thanks to the unified image of experience that it allowed, putting a reference frame for our actions. Nevertheless, the concept is loaded with a full set of contradictions, something obvious in the study of the myths of the cold societies. These paradoxes have been overlooked in the construction of the immortality myths of both the plane of the King-God and the universal law, and are responsible not only for misunderstandings about the narratives of the individual but also of all sorts of manipulations and narratives of domination. Here I just mention a few aporiae.
In the myths of the anima mundi plane, the soul is a common principle to living and not living beings. In this sense, therefore, is either a property of everything or we can say that everything is soul. If the first case, i.e., the soul is a property, we are implying that there is something else which is not the soul and which is, somehow, more simple, something that can have or not the property. If it had always the property, then it wouldn’t  be a property, but part of its definition. What could be such a simple monad of which the soul is a property?
On the other hand, if everything is soul, the individual or monad (not in Leibnizian terms, but simply as the idea of a conceptual unit for reasoning, like natural numbers) would be a property of the soul, and therefore, would not be a monad (for properties are second or n-ary determinations).


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