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delicate your sensibilities are! They are all blind, callous, selfish; they do not love you as they ought, they do. not see, or seem to care how they make you suffer! Ah well, they will be sorry, when it is too late! And then your imagination runs on and you see yourself sick, dying, dead --- and your weeping friends stricken with awful remorse, standing around your coffin and wishing they had treated you better --- how did your thinker get get started on that line? And when it reached a certain point did not something else seem to rise up within you and say; "Nonsense! You know better than all this! Stop it, and think sense" It was as if the engine ran away while the engineer slept, and he suddenly awakened and assumed control. This engineer is always within you. You have always faith and hope and love at the center of your being. You do not have to acquire them from without, but to arouse them within. The engineer is there, but he is like one in a tomb, asleep; he must hear the voice and come forth. That is salvation. "You who were dead in trespasses and sins hath he quickened.," said St. Paul, who was very scientific. To be dead in trespasses and sins is simply to have lost control of your thinker. The engineer is in a dead deep, and the sin thought and the fear thought and the disease thought are running the engine. The force works