2012/12/13 in Uncategorized
The neurobiologist writes a love letter
Would ye be offended
if I compared thee
to a meniscus –
holding these millions
of pristine water molecules
in the transparent dome
on the growing leaf?
If I compared thee
to the intimate folds of mRNA,
tenderly dancing his DNA,
would ye feel transgressed?
And if I compared thee
to an axon,
tense with electric action
that sings within the body,
would ye be insulted?
I bring thee this data,
to codify the utmost meaning
of my desire
to share with thee
my ever-lasting genome.
All science is either physics or stamp collecting.
Ernest Rutherford, 1st Baron Rutherford of Nelson, OM PC FRS (30 August 1871 – 19 October 1937) was a nuclear physicist from New Zealand. He was known as the “father” of nuclear physics, he pioneered the orbital theory of the atom, in his discovery of Rutherford scattering off the nucleus with the gold foil experiment.
“Physics is the only real science. The rest are just stamp collecting.”
- Ernest Rutherford
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.