It develops like this, you see. The things called hands
Which terminate in fingers, which terminate in nails,
The whole depending from arms. And likewise the legs,
Which merge into feet, from which emerge what are known
As toes. There you see a head. These parts grow together
Quite slowly, or grow one from another. As though,
It might seem, a loving care is somehow involved.
A bomb, as they term it, is made of parts, quite slowly,
And with loving attention. It is then laid carefully
In places where arms and legs and heads are accustomed
To congregate. A loud report ensues, and the parts
Remarked on above are disjoined, along with a reddish
And lately interior fluid referred to as blood.
What has come slowly together is swiftly taken apart.
Why is this? It is because of something not to be found
Among these pieces, an item unseen, which perhaps has
Escaped. It is something described as a soul, or a mind,
Or (by transference) a heart, in which are present things
Equally invisible, called thoughts or feelings or likes
Or dislikes. Where do these troublesome elements arise?
Their maker is invisible also, and very hard to locate.
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