Roughly I divide the real world into myself and the external
world. I have seen x-rays of my chest,
counted my pulse, consciously know I am breathing, chewing, swallowing, walking,
and nodding off to sleep. I am aware of
the input of food and the output of my excreta.
I have seen my blood, bruising, hair distribution, pores, and the
contours of my limbs and body. I know
what I look like mostly from seeing my face and body in the mirror. Of my 20 trillion cells I have only seen a
few hundred of my red and white blood cells from a slide I prepared from a drop
of my blood at NYU when I was an undergraduate and learned how to stain, prepare
a slide, and look at my blood cells under the microscope. I have not seen any
of my other cells. I saw my chromosomes
when they were prepared by Nedra’s cytogenetics laboratory and they are mounted
as a photo (with Nedra’s chromosomes facing them on a framed snapshot diptych
portrait). I got to look into my lower intestine while having a lower colonoscopy
at Stony Brook University and the MD allowed me to look at my inside, the
intestine resembling a cave with its farther entrance like a black olive. I saw
an NMR of my brain after I fell down stairs in 2008 at my home on Mud Road in
Setauket NY and wanted to rule out a tumor as the cause of my falling. My
senses, now somewhat impaired with age, made me aware of sounds, experience
visual colored views of the external world, aware of pressure and pain, aware
of tactile pleasure, and aware of a large variety of tastes. I know my teeth, tongue, lips, oral
cavity. I am aware of my kidneys and
ureters from the passage of kidney stones about a half dozen times in my
life. I am aware of my duodenum from
once having an ulcer when I was at UCLA.
I can feel my heart beating when I place my hand on my chest. Much of my internal anatomy I infer from the
many dissections I did in comparative anatomy courses that I either took or
visited as a teaching assistant at Indiana University and got to see 90 or more
specimens of fetal pigs, cats, frogs, salamanders (mud puppies) or dogfish
sharks.
Of the external world, the portion I have seen is laughably
small. There are 100 billion stars in
our Milky Way galaxy and the sun is most familiar to me. There are hundreds of stars I can discern at
night through their association with an earth-based perspective that we call
constellations. There are thousands more
that are like pinpoints in a black cloth at night. I have seen more galaxies and stars as pictures
in books than I have seen through a telescope. I am aware that other than the
sun, all the other stars I see are light years away from me, the galaxies
hundreds of thousands to billions of light years from me. This means through telescope or printed
photos, the celestial reality I see is an illusion because where those objects
have moved as stars or galaxies is probably different than this light that was emitted
so many light years ago. The very small is also largely hidden from me. I do not see individual atoms. Some molecules can form crystals and I can
see the relation between the atoms that compose them and the shape that
crystals take. As a geneticist I have
seen photos of DNA revealed by x-ray diffraction studies. I have seen gene sequences revealed by gels
that have a bar code like distribution that makes them readable to biochemists. I have looked at the region of the second
chromosome of fruit flies that bore the dumpy gene whose physical structure I
helped analyze. I have induced mutations
in that gene. On an earthly scale, I
have flown around the world once and sailed (on a cruise liner) twice around
the world while teaching at Semester at Sea.
I have been in Europe, Asia, Africa, and South America and have seen the
North pole through an airplane window. I
am almost 84 years old so I have experienced four generations of human
life. I have fathered six children, have
12 grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren. I have been married twice. The oldest person
I have met whose time on earth overlapped mine was born about 1850. He was a 100 year old Hoosier and visiting
his son who worked as a lawyer at 217 Broadway in Manhattan where I was a 19
year old elevator operator.
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