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The study of medicine consists on the one hand in storing up in the mind an enormous number of facts, which are simply memorized without any real knowledge of their foundations, and on the other hand in learning practical skills, which have to be acquired on the principle “Don’t think, act!” Thus it is that, of all the professionals, the medical man has the least opportunity of developing the function of thinking. ↗
If I Still Wrote The footsteps have faded into the crowd and throngs, The voices faint, I don’t hear them anymore. But… If I still wrote love, on the pangs of waiting… You’d speak again. Sleep, wakefulness, silence – no matter – will be deafeningly alive, Of a hand held, of songs raw to this heart. That was then. I am here – not where the weak in all of us relent… To substitutes and void filling. To settling and tolerating. Here, where alone and sad, have ceased to mean the same. Where fields of bloom are ablaze – with now. Holding my breath no more, for gains and dreams of tomorrow. Here, where life is as it is and should be. If I still wrote love songs – they would be about comfort. About reveling in the majestic moment of Being Who I need to be, and who I’m born to be. If I still wrote… ↗
All the seeds of Christianity -- of superstition, were sown in my mind and cultivated with great diligence and care. All that time I knew nothing of any science -- nothing about the other side -- nothing of the objections that had been urged against the blessed Scriptures, or against the perfect Congregational creed. Of course I had heard the ministers speak of blasphemers, of infidel wretches, of scoffers who laughed at holy things. They did not answer their arguments, but they tore their characters into shreds and demonstrated by the fury of assertion that they had done the Devil's work. And yet in spite of all I heard -- of all I read. I could not quite believe. My brain and heart said No. For a time I left the dreams, the insanities, the illusions and delusions, the nightmares of theology. I studied astronomy, just a little -- I examined maps of the heavens -- learned the names of some of the constellations -- of some of the stars -- found something of their size and the velocity with which they wheeled in their orbits -- obtained a faint conception of astronomical spaces -- found that some of the known stars were so far away in the depths of space that their light, traveling at the rate of nearly two hundred thousand miles a second, required many years to reach this little world -- found that, compared with the great stars, our earth was but a grain of sand -- an atom – found that the old belief that all the hosts of heaven had been created for the benefit of man, was infinitely absurd. ↗
