The brain is the seat of mind and heart.
Emotions of any sort spring from there.
Experiences are embedded there.
Knowledge and thoughts are deposited there.
The brain is the pole life revolves around.
One's individuality lies in one's brain.
The memory is its depository.
With death brain is dead; with it link is cut.
17.12.2014
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How We forget the importance of our vital organs. Thank you