ABSTRACT
Every man has, according to the scientists, a place in the small of his back which might be called roughly, perhaps, the soul of his body. All the little streets of the senses or avenues of knowledge, the spiritual conduits through which he lives in this world, meet in this little mighty brain in the small of a man’s back. About nine hundred millions of his grandfathers apparently make their head-quarters in this little place in the small of his back. A human being is a kind of factory. The engine and the works and all the various machines are kept in the basement, and he sends down orders to them from time to time, and they do the work which has been conceived up in the head-quarters. Machinery is the stored-up spirit, the old saved-up inspiration of the world turned on for every man.
