Spoken language is simple and direct. There is action in every sentence spoken. Nothing hidden, except that which is in the mind of the speaker. And what is spoken is what the speaker intends to say. The written word on the other hand, has no such constraint. I can make you think thoughts that you might never have dreamt of or make you sit beneath an oak tree with cool breeze of the evening and a setting sun slowly dying in its warmth. Ah, and I can take you to a place where you have never been, wide open fields of greens, undulating hills and valleys with a few large weeping willows overhanging their leaves in despair for company. But I shan’t do that today. I will let those that do such things take you, if you are willing, to nirvanas where eternal blossoms grace the fields. Today, I will tell you about my first love. What a ride it has beed. It lasted for a career. It was replaced by a beautiful girl who became my wife and was subrogated to the next lower level. But it still remained a love for me for a while.
"Today, I will tell you about my first love."
"True knowledge is never true for long."
"For snake-oil men it is all about money, period."
"The deeper the intellectuals sink into the desire of “self,” the deeper they are beholden to those that drive their desire."
There is magic, for instance, in embryology; of how the parts become, from so simple a fertilized egg. There is splendor in the human parts as they grow and enlarge and a create a field, realized as anatomy that dissects each part to understand its visible limitations and its anchors. All parts beautifully form fed into a gorgeous frame. And then there is physiology; a fecund land of function that binds the anatomical parts. The mechanics defined, each part versatile and committing to the function of the whole. Inspired by this choreography of the anatomical parts, a living breathing being is installed on this Gaia. The perfect image of the homo-sapien. These are the visible beings. What goes on inside to keep the chemistry of action is a wonder to behold. There are the invisible things that only peering through microscopes reveal. However more and more magnification right down to the electron level can make one see the workings of the city within the tiny little cell; its power structure enclosed in the mitochondria and the humors that flow as electronic signals from the surface of the cell to its nucleus where marching orders for building materials, proteins and proliferation are undertaken creating a symphony of cell growth and division. All this happening deep within through the tightly knit chemistry of electrical impulses. Such essence of magic is never perceived to the idle mind, only one that lurks at the periphery of inquisitiveness. This molecular microbiology of life’s essence is the magic crafted by unmeasured and innovative intellect.
"The understanding of such pathos is the discourse of a few learned and humble minds."