The flesh-folded organ cased in the skull.
The mortal administrator of mankind.
Like the uncharted universe,
Like the infinite stars,
Like the grains of sand on the beach,
So are the thoughts of men.
A wonder unto many it has become.
How is it that a physical entity
Gives habitation to the spiritual?
The vile vortex of evil in a multitude.
Some a gracious good harmonising within.
It is also a key to the damning of a soul.
The creator awarded it with intelligence.
Verily, do not applaud a fool;
Lest ignorance betroth him.
We all are fools, waiting to die.
Rather we had died from birth
Than live in inflicted injustice.
All this truth is for us to behold;
Yet the mind has blinded us all.