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Our heart is ingenious. Our mind is ingenious. Our body is ignorant. Our eyes are infants. Our vital is a roaring den. Our soul is an orphan. After its birth its parents have thrown it down the earth from the pinnacled sphere to found the Life Divine upon the clay with the assistance of heart, mind, vital, body and senses. Alas, except our heart all other members of our family look down upon the soul and say, “O fool and beggar, away you go to your clime. No need have we of you. We are quite content with this sweet earth of ours.” Alas, the true ruler is ruled by its eyeless, pigmy subjects.