Sunday, September 14, 2014

Variations of a theme.

Little tree, little neurons, oh little dendritic spines. 

“The garden of neurology holds out to the investigator captivating spectacles and incomparable artistic emotions. In it, my aesthetic instincts found full satisfaction at last. Like the entomologist in the pursuit of brightly colored butterflies, my attention hunted, in the flower garden of the grey matter, cells with delicate and elegant forms, the mysterious butterflies of the soul, the beating of whose wings may some day – who knows? – clarify the secret of mental life.” 

Santiago Ramón y Cajal, from his autobiography “Recollections of my Life”

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