Once Ptolemy And Plato, Yesterday Newton, Today

It Is The Cells Which Create And Maintain In Us, During The Span Of Our Lives, Our Will To Live And Survive, To Search And Experiment, And To Struggle.

We Know The Laws Of Trial And Error, Of Large Numbers And Probabilities. We Know That These Laws Are Part Of The Mathematical And Mechanical Fabric Of The Universe, And That They Are Also At Play In Biological Processes. But, In The Name Of The Experimental Method And Out Of Our Poor Knowledge, Are We Really Entitled To Claim That Everything Happens By Chance, To The Exclusion Of All Other Possibilities?

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.

For The Resolving Powers Of Our Scientific Instruments Decide, At A Given Moment, Of The Size And The Vision Of Our Universe, And Of The Image We Then Make Of Ourselves.

I Remember Vividly My Student Days, Spending Hours At The Light Microscope, Turning Endlessly The Micrometric Screw, And Gazing At The Blurred Boundary Which Concealed The Mysterious Ground Substance Where The Secret Mechanisms Of Cell Life Might Be Found.