“Like the furtive collectors of stolen art, cell biologists are forced to be lonely admirers of spectacular architecture, exquisite symmetry, dramas of violence and death, mobility, self-sacrifice and, yes, rococo sex.”
– Lorraine Lee Cudmore
When you do prenatal care, deliver babies, or are pregnant yourself (especially if you are told there is something wrong with your baby) you realize how very amazing it is that such a complex organism comes regularly into being with so little imperfection. Bilions of cells and trillions of chemical processes and all of it occurring at the exact precise moment and place that it should. Why doesn’t the whole lot just go careening out of control into some unrecognizable biological goo?
It is a miracle.