Chiropractic
by B.J. Palmer
We chiropractors work with the subtle substance of the
soul. We release the prisoned impulses, a tiny rivulet of force, that emanates from the
mind and flows over the nerves to the cells and stirs them to life. We deal with the magic
power that transforms common food into living, loving, thin
king
clay; that robes the earth with beauty, and hues and scents the flowers with the glory of
the air.
In the dim, dark distant long ago, when the sun first bowed to the morning star, this
power spoke and there was life, it quickened the slime of the sea and the dust of the
earth and drove the cell to union with its fellows in countless living forms. Through eons
of time it finned the fish and winged the bird and fanged the beast. Endlessly it worked,
evolving its forms until it produced the crowning glory of them all. With tireless energy
it blows the bubble of each individual life and then silently, relentlessly dissolves the
form and absorbs the spirit into itself again.
And yet you ask "Can chiropractic cure appendicitis or the flu?" Have you
more faith in a knife or a spoonful of medicine than in the power that animates the living
world?
