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Chapter 2: You Are the World

Finally she became mad.

The last time I went to see her.. She used to love me very much. I had been chosen by my university to go with a delegation to Saudi Arabia. She was not in her senses, but when I told her that I had been chosen to go to Saudi Arabia with a cultural delegation, she heard it, she understood it, and she said, “Only two things you have to remember - don’t forget.”

I said, “I will not forget. You just tell me what those two things are.”

“First, don’t use wooden sandals” - because I used to wear wooden sandals in the university just to torture the whole university. I would be at one corner of the campus, and the whole university would know that I had entered, I was in the university. Wherever I was, I could be found just by the sound.

I said, “Why are you worried about my wooden sandals?”

She said, “It won’t look right in a foreign country. What will they think of wooden sandals? No, you don’t do that.”

I said, “Okay, I will not use wooden sandals. What is your second advice?”

She said, “Second advice: You are going to a Mohammedan country. Don’t speak against the Koran.”

And the same night she died.

And for perhaps three months those had been the only words of sanity from her.

My own explanation is that she loved me so much that even in this insane state her love took over her madness to give me suggestions - don’t speak against Mohammedans, against the Koran, and don’t use the wooden sandals.

Man is a subjective being. If the patient loves the doctor, then water can function as medicine. And if the patient hates the doctor, then no medicine can help. If the patient feels the doctor is indifferent - which is ordinarily the case with doctors, because they are also human beings, the whole day long seeing patients, the whole day long somebody is dying.they slowly, slowly become hard, they create a barrier to their emotions, sentiments, humanity. But this prevents their medicine from being effective. It is given almost in a robot-like way, as if a machine is giving you medicine.

With love, the patient is not only getting medicine; around the medicine something invisible is also coming to him.

Medicine will have to understand man’s subjectivity, his love, and will have to create some kind of synthesis in which love and medicine together are used to help people.

But one thing is absolutely certain: that medicine can never become entirely objective. That has been the effort of medical science up to now, to make it absolutely objective.