Lovelace, Byron’s daughter, AI’s basal mother
Was stifled by cancer in 1852
Nietzsche ran out of time in 1889
Yet he only expired in 1900
Ball, first woman, first African American
To school leprosy, crossed out in 1916
Ramanujan, a brilliant mathematician
Consumed by dire disease until 1920
Curie’s radiation 1897
Had finally killed her in 1934
Freud ran fast for his life in 1938
Committing suicide in 1939
Turing persecuted in 1952
Took a poisoned apple in 1954
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We are all here because of scientific discovery and all the scientists who kicked the world to advance the ball towards our betterment. Many died needlessly, whether from a disease not yet curable, or some unfortunate circumstances due to their contemporaries’ ignorance.
Whoever despises science, despises the truth. Whoever diminishes science to elevate anything else, diminishes the truth. Science is not a religion. Please, make sure that you understand! Whoever holds otherwise, has not understood what science is. Science renders the Moon, my muse, the Sun, my friend, the stars, the atoms from which we have been made. Life is shorter than a blink of an eye of a star that died long ago.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Another month Another year Another decade Another life always ending before its time All life ends before its time Even at 89.66 years of age, my father was too young to die, especially that he had been a great father from the beginning, no exception, exemplary, a good man, unlike my mother. But this short story is not about her. It is not about him either.
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It sickens me to think science needs defending, but that's where we are. Great piece.