Dismiss your trusted instruments <br />and discount the conscious dialog. <br /> <br />Hidden in your brain resides <br />an organ, it's sole purpose <br />the desire for survival. <br /> <br />There is your soul and the <br />source of the after life. <br /> <br />There is the engine of creation. <br /> <br />For in its quest for existence, <br />the organ gave birth to <br />insatiable inquisitions and <br />when answers are not readily <br />available from the outside, <br />the mind must make its own.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-engine-of-creation/
