From the solar plexus you know that all the world is yours, and all is goodly.
This is the great center, where in the womb, your life first sparkled in individuality.

This is the center that drew the gestating maternal blood-stream upon you, in the nine-months lurking, drew it on you for your increase.

This is the center whence the navel-string broke, but where the invisible string of dynamic consciousness, like a dark electric current connecting you with the rest of life, will never break until you die and depart from corporate individuality.
They say, by the way, that doctors now perform a little operation on the born baby, so that no more navel shows.

No more belly-buttons, dear reader! Lucky I caught you this generation, before the doctors had saved your appearances.

Yet, _caro mio_, whether it shows or not, there you once had immediate connection with the maternal blood-stream.