Who said science and poetry don’t mix?
In honor of my Friday exhaustion, I will sign off for the weekend with Begley’s words instead of my own, because I’m certain they will be more enjoyable to you:
Song of Sanger
They fill my heart with joy,
These jagged peaks that cross my screen,
No mere Gs, Cs, As and Ts,
But mounts of blue, black, red, and green.
What mysteries will their sequence yield
About my very favorite gene?
Photo: jieq, “Snow White,” July 17, 2008 via Flickr. Creative Commons attribution.