
There is a question older than medicine, and perhaps older than philosophy, that psychiatry has largely avoided: What makes us human?
If You Ask Me My Name - Poetry of the Times
I will say healer, priest,
turner of textbook pages,
searcher, listener, arrogant crow
costumed in white, reflecting moon.
My name is scared and foolish
and sometimes too tired to care.
I am death's reluctant lover,
a child's guide, mother, father,
hero and fool,
and if you like it simple,
doctor will do.
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