Small Bodies, About Half A Micron In

For The Resolving Powers Of Our Scientific Instruments Decide, At A Given Moment, Of The Size And The Vision Of Our Universe, And Of The Image We Then Make Of Ourselves.

It Is The Cells Which Create And Maintain In Us, During The Span Of Our Lives, Our Will To Live And Survive, To Search And Experiment, And To Struggle.

For This Equilibrium Now In Sight, Let Us Trust That Mankind, As It Has Occurred In The Greatest Periods Of Its Past, Will Find For Itself A New Code Of Ethics, Common To All, Made Of Tolerance, Of Courage, And Of Faith In The Spirit Of Men.

I Remember Vividly My Student Days, Spending Hours At The Light Microscope, Turning Endlessly The Micrometric Screw, And Gazing At The Blurred Boundary Which Concealed The Mysterious Ground Substance Where The Secret Mechanisms Of Cell Life Might Be Found.

Man, Like Other Organisms, Is So Perfectly Coordinated That He May Easily Forget, Whether Awake Or Asleep, That He Is A Colony Of Cells In Action, And That It Is The Cells Which Achieve, Through Him, What He Has The Illusion Of Accomplishing Himself.