Small Bodies, About Half A Micron In

This Familiarity With A Respected Physician And My Appreciation Of His Work, Or The Tragedy I Experienced With The Long, Tormented Agony And Death Of My Mother Might Have Influenced Me In Wanting To Study Medicine. It Was Not The Case.

This Attempt To Isolate Cell Constituents Might Have Been A Failure If They Had Been Destroyed By The Relative Brutality Of The Technique Employed. But This Did Not Happen.

Life, This Anti-entropy, Ceaselessly Reloaded With Energy, Is A Climbing Force, Toward Order Amidst Chaos, Toward Light, Among The Darkness Of The Indefinite, Toward The Mystic Dream Of Love, Between The Fire Which Devours Itself And The Silence Of The Cold.

As Far As I Remember, Even Younger Than Eight, I Have Always Been Guided By Reason. Not Cold Reason, But That Which Leads To The Truth, To The Real, And To Sane Justice.

If We Examine The Accomplishments Of Man In His Most Advanced Endeavors, In Theory And In Practice, We Find That The Cell Has Done All This Long Before Him, With Greater Resourcefulness And Much Greater Efficiency.