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Is always. The body is beautiful when a person is healthy, but even when a person is sick, it never ceases to amaze with its perfection. Yes, the mechanism of health has broken down, the norm has been replaced by pathology, but a person does not become disgusting because of this. The body is beautiful even after death.
The first thing that struck me when I started studying anatomy in the morgue as a first-year student was the beauty, the logic of the human body. The vessel goes just like that, and not like that. The spinal root crumbles into nerves, like a stormy river into streams. There are tubercles on the bone from muscle attachment – millions of years of evolution have worked to ensure that these tubercles look exactly like this, and not otherwise. The human body is a whole galaxy, subject to rational laws.
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It is no less pleasant to realize the perfection of the processes going on inside the body. Every second, millions of reactions take place in us, something circulates all the time, molecules diffuse through cell membranes, synthesis takes place, and at the same time decay. Different parts of the cell push the gears of a cunning biochemical machine; and from the life of each cell the life of the tissue is formed, from the life of the tissues the functioning of the organs. It’s like a big factory with an orderly management system. We don’t see any of this and sometimes we don’t even realize it, but we hear how the heart beats, the lungs breathe, the arms and legs move in a coordinated manner, the brain works on an intellectual task. And all this is happening in us constantly – from the first cry of a baby to the last breath of a dying person. The unity of these processes, whether we like it or not, introduces us to a certain biological community, of which we are a part.
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Shortly before her death, my great-grandmother (and she was then 92 years old) told me a strange, mysterious phrase. “In a past life,” she said, “I must have been a fish. It’s hard to explain, but now I understand well how the fish live there, what it feels at the bottom of the river.” Probably all of us have felt something similar at some point. I also constantly feel what an important metaphysical function I perform by operating. After all, the feeling that you have a complex mechanism with an ideal device in your hands, in which something has broken, and you have to fix this breakdown, is incomparable to anything. Doctors do not like to talk about the sacred side of their profession, except in an ironic way, but we all feel a special destiny. Indeed, for the duration of the surgical operation, the brigade is somehow entrusted with divine functions. Of course, not all, and even then only for a while. For reference: I am an agnostic.