Living Parallel, part II-Experience.
Bolivia, Uyuni salt marsh, Incahuasi island.
The only one of the three places on the planet covered with snow on the equator is Mount Irian Jaya. Along with other mountains it seizes the Baliem valley around the perimeter while I’m seized with the feeling of being carried to the primeval world...
As a doctor, I repeatedly observed the development of a human embryo from several cells, witnessing the mystery of the appearance of life in the embryological laboratory. Also, as when a long time ago an organism emerged from the first cells, and then a person developed, now having made a population of the planet in seven billion three hundred million, life on the Earth also originated. But, one thing is birth, and the other is development. Read more...
The other day I happened to freeze my hands. Yes, not that frostbite, and not frostbite at all, but so, slightly freeze. All right, all right-my gloved fingers froze, so I remembered a story told by a patient at the reception.
Surprisingly, there are 14 years between these books. That's exactly how long Leo Tolstoy felt one cycle of human maturation constitutes. He had an almost intimate idea of dividing life into periods—conditional periods in which, every fourteen years, a person reaches a new level of understanding.
If, putting aside excessive modesty (briefly and strictly for scientific purposes), we apply this logic to ourselves, a curious picture emerges.
