Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there; a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
In here and there; a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
Medicine—to the extent that it can be called a science—is a sensual science, one in which we collect data about a patient through touch and the other senses according to a systematic method in order to make a diagnosis.
- Every patient tells a story
- Every patient tells a story
In medical school, starting with anatomy class, doctors are taught to understand the body by taking it apart, one piece at a time. What you walk away with, at the minimum, is an uncanny ability to objectify the hell out of even the most intimate body parts. For anyone else, this might be considered disrespectful, but for doctors, a clinical and objective view of, say, a female breast offers us the chance to see it isolated from its other, often sexual, contexts. We are taught to handle a breast as a separate object.
- Every patient tells a story
- Every patient tells a story
الناس تحشش على أدهم نابلسي لأن ترك الغناء، ميدرون ياسمين الخيام قبل 30 سنة تركت الغناء وبنت مسجد وصارت تعلّم قران وتشجع المطربين على الإعتزال