If Nature has revealed a _perfect way_ to the easy solution of all of
her problems, as related to the affairs of animals and plant life, WHAT
SENSE is there in thinking that she has discriminated against her Chief
Assistant in Cultivation, Man?
If Nature has provided animals with keen discrimination in the matter
of healthful food, WHAT SENSE is there in doubting her good intentions
toward the highest form of animal in this regard?
If Taste is the sentinel of the stomach and also the purveyor and
inspector of nutrition, WHAT SENSE is there in ascribing to it the
lowest place in the list of the senses?
If we enjoy eating, and are eating, partly, for the pleasure of it,
WHAT SENSE is there in throwing away a morsel until the taste has been
extracted?
If "dirt" is "matter out of place," which is the accepted definition,
WHAT SENSE is there in calling unnutritious food by any other name?
If taste is the evidence of nutrition, and ceases to act upon dirt,
WHAT SENSE is there in hurrying food past the sentry-box of Taste
without giving the inspector time to select the nutrition and reject
the dirt?
If the last flash of taste in dealing with a morsel of food is the
best of all, WHAT SENSE in believing that Nature did not furnish that
allurement for the wise purpose of inducing mastication to the end of
taste?
If saliva is the medium of Taste, without which there is no expression
of taste, WHAT SENSE is there in thinking that it is nothing but a
lubricant, to enable food to be easily swallowed?
WHAT SENSE is there in slighting nutrition in the beginning when we
know that the derangement of the process will continue throughout all
the involuntary stages within the digestive organs, inviting disease
and causing suffering?
THERE IS SENSE in carefully attending to the voluntary preparation
of the food for the stomach, so that the involuntary functions of
digestion and of assimilation may be performed with natural ease and
freedom, thereby defying and preventing disease!
If we can save two-thirds of present consumption and yet furnish all
that is necessary for perfect nutrition, WHAT SENSE is there in wearing
out our Mind-Power Plant with a glut of surplus?
Unless a person has a pressing engagement with his own funeral, WHAT
SENSE is there in hurrying with his meals?
If we can devote ten thousand actions of the jaw, daily, to senseless
or vicious gossip, WHAT SENSE is there in denying adequate jaw service
to the most important function of living?
WHAT SENSE is there in a rich person glutting his Mind-Power Plant
with more food-fuel than it needs, just because he happens to have an
abundance to glut with, or glut on?
WHAT SENSE is there in calling any glutton "a gentleman"?
WHAT SENSE is there in calling any glutton "a lady"?
If what Taste rejects, after having selected nutriment out of a morsel
of food is _dirt_, WHAT SENSE is there in allowing it to contaminate
and burden the delicate organs of digestion?
An indigestible morsel of food is like a runaway team in a crowded
street. WHAT SENSE is there, then, in demoralising things in the
thoroughfare of our life organism by admitting unruly substance?
An indigestible morsel of food in the stomach, and all the way through
the intestines, is like a "bull in a china shop." WHAT SENSE is there,
then, in smashing the delicate utensils in the laboratory of our
Mind-Power Plant by rushing "bulls" past Sentinel Taste?