It Is The Cells Which Create And

For Over Two Billion Years, Through The Apparent Fancy Of Her Endless Differentiations And Metamorphosis The Cell, As Regards Its Basic Physiological Mechanisms, Has Remained One And The Same. It Is Life Itself, And Our True And Distant Ancestor.

For This Equilibrium Now In Sight, Let Us Trust That Mankind, As It Has Occurred In The Greatest Periods Of Its Past, Will Find For Itself A New Code Of Ethics, Common To All, Made Of Tolerance, Of Courage, And Of Faith In The Spirit Of Men.

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.

Until 1930 Or Thereabout Biologists [using Microscopes], In The Situation Of Astronomers And Astrophysicists, Were Permitted To See The Objects Of Their Interest, But Not To Touch Them; The Cell Was As Distant From Us, As The Stars And Galaxies Were From Them.

No Doubt, Man Will Continue To Weigh And To Measure, Watch Himself Grow, And His Universe Around Him And With Him, According To The Ever Growing Powers Of His Tools.