of waste materials. When one looks at the purple circulation, under-aerated, under-eliminated one cannot help but think "Ye suffer from yourselves, none others bind ye that ye bloat and die."
The hospitals and sanatoriums are full of this over-fed, unpurified lot. The doctors' and healers' offices are crowded with them. Their only desire is to be rid of the effects of their ignorance, not of the real ignorance itself. They really do want to be well and healthy, but most of them want more to be undisturbed in the old habits of thought, feeling and action that have made them what they are.
Try to knock out their little god of appetite and see how they will defend him; try to tell them that a certain line of thinking is poisoning their blood or a certain sickly emotional stimulus is weaking their circulation, and that they must fast, breathe and change their thinking and actions,—they will turn away with the question "Oh, can't you cure me without all that trouble on my part?"
I have offered for five years to take any woman from fifty to seventy years of age and if she will obey all the orders of a complete fast,—body, mind and spirit,—I will remodel her so that she will look, act, feel and be in the possession of the gifts of a girl of eighteen.
Why do you suppose my time is not all employed in the care of these people? Surely old age is a tragedy—not age, but old age. One hates to sit and see the years creep on with their evolutionary marks, loss of form, hair, and teeth, and
