THE GREAT MANUSCRIPT 



that of electricity, that one might compare 

 it to a fine invisible wire, which connects with 

 an inexhaustible storage battery lying be- 

 yond the range of human vision. 



Although one may not know how many 

 other plants the mind may run when, in 

 dreams or abstractions, it acts like an 

 absentee lord from the estate of which we 

 are tenants, we are certain that one of its 

 headquarters is the human brain. Here it 

 carries on a bewildering variety of indus- 

 tries, secreting thoughts, fancies, and 

 schemes, and storing up a vast collection of 

 memories, each furnished with an electric 

 switch of association. Here too it weaves 

 our hopes, doubts, fears, faiths, loves and 

 hates and sends them to the heart to be dyed 

 into emotions that either help to make the 

 world go round or make it stick on its axis. 

 What an incredible form of intensive culti- 

 vation is this the mind carries on in the little 

 area covered by the cranial dome! With 

 plants capable of fertilization and cross- 

 fertilization from the intellectual pollen 

 which any wind of chance may carry, the 



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