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Memories
Was it not then that we felt the need to reflect and comfort with words laden with weight of misfortune that came our way. When, as if unexpected the news was good and we were saved from our prophecy of doom and gloom.
Yes , we celebrated as once again that gruesome cadaver provided victory for us despite our misgivings ,as over the watchful eyes of the instructor ,with coherence and precision once again we traced the route of the Latissimus dorsi and the tortuous Splenic artery.
Anatomy , physiology, biochemistry invaded our thoughts ,personal and spiritual taking on a meaning that made it difficult to demarcate the boundaries of our consciousness from the symphonic pathway of the cycles , kreb and urea as elements danced elegantly to excretion.
Weeks , months, years and magically the thunderous roar of enthusiasm silently lead the path and leaving the shores of the known white coats ,short ,gave way to long and there you were ,as here we are, professors .,leaving the casualty here we are ,we are now in the theater.
There, as Maimonides declared:“Only what is mastered with effort and torment ,endures,” and here we go again.
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Reflections on the Journey continued...