Whence is this monstrousness? and to what end? Let Thy mercy gleam that I may ask, if so be the secret penalties of men, and
those darkest pangs of the sons of Adam, may perhaps answer me. Whence is this monstrousness? and to what end? The mind commands
the body, and it obeys instantly; the mind commands itself, and is resisted. The mind commands the hand to be moved; and such
readiness is there, that command is scarce distinct from obedience. Yet the mind is mind, the hand is body.
The mind commands the mind, its own self, to will, and yet it doth not. Whence this monstrousness? and to what end? It
commands itself, I say, to will, and would not command, unless it willed, and what it commands is not done. But it willeth
not entirely: therefore doth it not command entirely. For so far forth it commandeth, as it willeth: and, so far forth is
the thing commanded, not done, as it willeth not. For the will commandeth that there be a will; not another, but itself. But
not command entirely, therefore what it commandeth, is not. For were the will entire, it would not even command it to
be, because it would already be. It is therefore no monstrousness partly to will, partly to nill, but a disease of the mind,
that it doth not wholly rise, by truth upborne, borne down by custom. And therefore are there two wills, for that one of them
is not entire: and what the one lacketh, the other hath.