Delusion is all that ever enabled a drug to cure the ailments of a man. Anatomy admits that mind is somewhere in mortals, though out of sight. Then, if a man is sick, why doctor the body alone, and deal a dose of despair to mind? Why declare that the body is diseased, and picture the disease to the mind, holding it before the physician's and the patient's thought, rolling it under the tongue as a sweet morsel? We should understand that the cause of disease rests with the mortal human mind, and its cure with the immortal Divine Mind; and we should prevent the images of disease from taking form in thought, as well as efface the forms of disease already located in the human mind.
Because Science is at war with physics, even as Truth is at war with error, the old schools will oppose it. When there were fewer doctors, and less thought was given to sanitary subjects, there were better constitutions and less disease. In olden times, who ever heard of dyspepsia, cerebro-spinal meningitis, hay-fever, and rose-cold?
What an abuse of nature to say that a rose, the smile of God, can produce suffering. The joy of its presence, its beauty and modesty, should uplift the thought and destroy any possible fever. It is profane to fancy that the sweetness of clover and breath of new-mown hay may cause, like snuff, sneezing and nasal pangs.
If a random thought bad called itself dyspepsia, and appeared to our forefathers, it would have died at the hands of benevolence and industry. Then people had less time to be selfish, to confine thought to the body, to spend in sickly after-dinner talk. The exact amount of food the stomach could digest was not discussed
