La saeta lanza
I am tempted to close with yet another gem from the Jewish rabbi Sem Tob in 14th century Spain. However I want to finish now with something from an anonymous Christian monk in 8th century Ireland. This excerpt from the poem Pangur Ban (White Cat) aptly describes what this integrative journey into "Member Care and the Hippocratic Oath" has been like for me. Like the monk in this poem, I have been hunting at length for the right words to convey my thoughts and I have been keenly aware of how small my wisdom really is. Maybe you have a proverb or short poem that reflects your experience too.