Words are the instruments
By which we form all our abstractions,
We   fashion, embody our ideas,
In which we are enabled to move,
Along a series of conclusions,
With a rapidity so fast,
With no trace, of the successive steps,
We remain unconscious,
How much we owe,
To this auxiliary, of the reasoning faculty.





                                                   ­                                                                 ­               Tom Maxwell ©
                                                               ­                                                                 ­   06/15/2020 AD
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