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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.

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.

I Told Him That For A Modern Scientist, Practicing Experimental Research, The Least That Could Be Said, Is That We Do Not Know. But I Felt That Such A Negative Answer Was Only Part Of The Truth. I Told Him That In This Universe In Which We Live, Unbounded In Space, Infinite In Stored Energy And, Who Knows, Unlimited In Time, The Adequate And Positive Answer, According To My Belief, Is That This Universe May, Also, Possess Infinite Potentialities.

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.

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.