You live it forward, but understand it backward.

If 'ecstasy' meant the sudden intrusion of the sacred into the ordinary, then it had just happened to me.

What we are fighting isn't godlessness--this is the most godly country on earth. We aren't even fighting disease. Its poverty. Money for food, medicines... that helps. When we cannot cure or save a life, our patients can at least feel cared for. It should be a basic human right.

There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-

We're losing a ritual. We're losing a ritual that I believe is transformative, transcendent, and is at the heart of the patient-physician relationship.

For one who has an interest in the body as text, airports are treasure troves of information. It seems almost un-American to enjoy delays, and perhaps enjoy is not the best word, but certainly a delayed flight, if it does nothing else, allows one the opportunity to make prolonged observations about one's fellow travelers.

...guilt leads to righteous action, but rarely is it the right action.