SB wrote:
>This anniversary of my brother's death
>brings snow to the mountains, rain
>to the valleys. Still half-sleeping,
>I stand at the window and see golden
>birds flying,
>
>maple leaves. Today I am told it is
>possible to write one's genome in one
>long line of code, in a leather-bound
>book, and a century from today some
>scientist can lift
>
>that book from the shelf and make
>your twin. No bit of you need survive,
>not one cell, not one eyelash, not one
>drop of blood. Rhinoceros, platypus,
>maple tree, you.
>
>
Absolutely deprives one of wind, as though gut-punched. A sad and
beautiful remembrance and tribute.
Ken
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Kenneth Wolman
Proposal Development Department
Room SW334
Sarnoff Corporation
609-734-2538
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