The Humanion: London: England: United Kingdom: Year Gamma:
Day 22:23: Saturday: Sunday: October 14-15: 2017: Cogito Ergo Sum:
Life: You Are The Law
The Flow The Glow: In Joys In Hurts You Are The Vine-Songs On The Light-Trellis
|| October 14: 2017: London School of Hygiene and Tropical
Medicine News || ά. Future disease outbreaks in Africa
could be prevented after a new mapping study published in The
Lancet identified the pandemic potential in Africa prior to
outbreaks and ways to prevent them. Co-authored by the London
School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine and led by the Institute
for Health Metrics and Evaluation at the University of
Washington, the study examined the potential for the widespread
onset of four viral haemorrhagic fevers, Ebola, Crimean–Congo
Haemorrhagic Fever, Lassa Fever, and Marburg Virus Disease,
emanating from African countries.
The research team of international researchers examined the
relative likelihood of the four viruses emerging and spreading
at several key stages in a possible pandemic, charting and
quantifying progress from the first human case through to a
widespread epidemic. By mapping the greatest vulnerabilities for
initial cases to escalate into epidemics, more precise
preparedness activities can be implemented. Parts of Central
African Republic, Chad, Somalia and South Sudan rank as highly
vulnerable to any outbreak. Areas around the Congo River in
Central Africa rank highest for local outbreak potential for
Ebola and Marburg Virus Disease. Readmore
Tonight, as I drive along a purple
under the swallow-tail of the evening,
I will think of you. I can picture you -
your delicate skirts like the petals of a poppy,
stalk legs, black, with heels clicking -
your quick-step, on cobbles in a lamp-lit square.
In the cavernous chapel of my mind's eye,
I will watch you emerge, moth-like
in soft reams of white - watch as you waltz
between pews, take the arm of a man
I recognise. I will think of your smile
behind a newspaper counter, the sound of silver
against the rings on your hand - I will think
of your pearls, like a cold, smoothed spine
across your neck, of your thumbs, turned black
with newsprint. I am reminded
of your best teaset, the tall, slim coffeepot;
the Welsh dresser, full of porcelain horses
and silver spoons. In my mind I will pass
the lake you loved, glimpse its shimmer between trees,
then speed away. I will wander through
the rooms of your house, still heavy
with flower-scent and the breath of your cigarette -
finding your knitting and handkerchiefs,
the secret bottle of whisky, your stockings
and letters in the coffin of a drawer.
I will fold you away in crackling tissue,
carefully, with the yellow photographs
of soldiers you knew. I will fold up your image,
to carry with me - white, brittle and dry,
like a word, a whisper, always on my tongue.
Poetry is the speech that I do not get to make
And the love that I could not yet make with life
In the dreams that will yet have to unfold the secret landscapes yet
to be seen
Poetry is more than the life I lived and less than
The life I yet aspire to arise out of what has and has not been
In the names of things poetry is the nameless nouns that yet to make
Poetry is beyond the definitions of defined space and time
Germinated seeds of my being unfurling the unfathomable
That I aspire to touch and magic sprinkle the whole spectrum
Poetry is my love and loss combined without any profits
And where I go and where I be and where not and pine and cry
Poetry chronicles me in you and you in me in dream you may yet to
Poetry pronounces what I do not think or may not have thought of yet
I be and not be poetry is before middle and after of my joys sorrows
Poetry is my first kiss imagined lived remembered in a rainbow dance
Poetry is joy raining with fun yet embedded with corals of cool
breeze of sorrows
Here it is where there is yet to come and there it is where here yet
to be borne
Poetry is life imagined lived and unlived by life's reality's shell
but touched as lived
Poetry is the voice of me in you and you in me where music rests in
Dreams dreamt in joys and sorrows where agonies' beats-bones
wear colours' coat
Poetry tries to sing a dance that stares at fate more or less defy
itself in living the life
|| October 14: 2017
|| ά. On October 14, the World Hospice and Palliative
Care Day will draw attention to the importance of providing good
care for the terminally ill. In the lead up to this day, human
right groups warn of a push towards acceptance of euthanasia and
assisted suicide as solutions for those suffering. Several
European countries are considering to legalise euthanasia or
assisted suicide. 'The numbers in Belgium and the Netherlands
show that where euthanasia is legalised, it soon develops into a
normalised option to end one’s life, that goes far beyond the
terminally ill. What must happen across the world is simply
this: the medical profession in all its forms and expressions,
must rise up and offer a lead in this. Where is medicine when
the entire practice of it is 'forced' by 'laws', that have
neither the 'neurology' of ration nor the 'cardiology' of ethics
to stand on, laws, that have no business venturing into a
territory, that is not only beyond its competence, but also,
beyond its 'ill-equipped abilities' to be able to offer workable
solutions? And politicians, must accept and learn to simply stay
away from legislating in this manner. For neither law nor
politics has this competence to legislate over how, when, in
what form or manner a human being arrives onto existence and
having lived it, leaves it simply because these very things are
beyond the competence of 'that very human being' and, therefore,
it is beyond the competence of any other human or by any
body:agency created by humans. This is on this simple reason: in
a representative democracy, individuals are represented by their
representatives but no one can represent someone for the
'powers', that they do not have themselves or for the powers,
that they did not offer to be represented, i,e, personal
Therefore, when politics and law venture into these areas they
are absolutely entering,
trespassing, encroaching, infringing and violating the areas,
where they have no business to venture into.
So far, sadly and unfortunately, the medical
profession across the world has not shown this leadership.
This has remained, as always, in their 'any other business' part
of the agenda. And, in many countries, such as, the United
Kingdom, where the health services have been nationalised so
that states pay for their running budgets and, because of this,
these states are, more and more, using this
'false-logic-of-that-who-pays-dictates-morality', dictates the
manner in which medicine is practised in their National Health
Service settings and it is creeping into medical jurisprudence
and the entire practice of medicine and impacting not just these
areas but the entire humanity. The world medical communities and
professions can not but fail to take these issues absolutely
seriously and lead a world movement against these 'legal but
dangerous and unacceptable intrusions' by the states, that not
only burdens medicine, but also, then makes it a party to
'taking human lives' and those human lives, that have been
'condemned' by society because it simply has accepted absolute
dehumanisation and will not offer the 'sanctuary' of care for
the 'last mile' of a vulnerable human being so that they are
made to feel their life has not worth and they must end it.
And this movement must aim to get the United Nations to
update the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, that
absolutely, categorically and unambiguously, declares, as it has
done with a right to life, an absolute right not to be 'killed'
in ways and manners, that are practised by 'euthanasia' and
clearly sets out that no legislature, government or state has
the 'power' or 'authority' or 'competence' to legislate in any
way to take this human right away from anyone. Until we reach
this point, the entire world's humanity faces this dangerous
practice spreading far and wide, and soon, all those deemed
'unworthy' of existence or living, will routinely and readily be
'put to sleep'. Dear Reader, please, just repeat reading the
last sentence and hear how brutal, how inhuman, how heartless,
how cruel and how desperately dehumanised this sounds! Who would
want to be doctors or other professionals in medicine in
societies, where one spends a major part of one's life to
qualify to be a practitioner of medicine only so that they can
take part in, 'effectively' taking human lives or, bluntly and
truthfully, put, 'killing other humans, who are 'forced' to
'request' such a 'killing' because their society has
'effectively' condemned them to death. And, having done so, taking
part in that 'killing' and they go home and eat and sleep and go
out with their children and family to 'enjoy' life without this
giving them any 'trouble'! What would that make them? What would
that make us, the wider humanity, that is outside the practice
and professions of medicine: that makes us all absolutely,
utterly, comprehensively and without a point of return, dehumanised machines.
Let there be
surging seas of weaving coral lights
Let there be flights of light-lifting
And sun-sure-rise of larks of sublime
joys to seize
Let us meet and greet sit and read as
Blend in and mend on and mind our dreams
I keep in mind that
When you appeared before my eyes
Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,
Like genius of the purest grace.
In torturous hopeless melancholy,
In vanity and noisy fuss
I’ve always heard your tender voice
I saw your features in my dreams.
Years passed away, and blasts of tempests
Have scattered all my previous dreams,
And I forgot your tender voice,
And holy features of your face.
In wilderness, in gloomy capture
My lonely days were slowly drawn:
I had not faith, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no tender love.
But time has come, my soul awakened,
And you again appeared to me
Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,
Like genius of the purest grace.
My heart again pulsates in rapture,
And everything arouse again:
My former faith, and inspiration,
And tears, and life, and tender love.
Take me into the earth.
Smelling the dark soil.
Breathing the dew-damp dark.
Will I have left samsara then?
Every sign representing another
and another and neither
a real thing.
Take me back.
Of everything, a little stayed.
The world, vast and unexplored by my eyes,
never called my name.
The office, seemingly always open.
The groceries, seemingly always gone.
I am here.
Of everything, a little changed.
Universities, with all their pull,
still call my name.
Salisbury, suburban and friendly.
Baltimore, a strange city, full of strangers.
I always answer.
Chariot-bearing heroes race the landscape
For this is make believe land
And you are my centre-piece
The world is essentially
A tableau of glitter
Of love and adventure, forever and ever
Where a feeling spans the universe
And you make my dream
I like to believe
I fall and I see
Down the slope of castle crag, a family of cottontails
duck into the close of fallen rock, a warren
of underground homes. At dawn, as the tourist buses
line the castle-side of Johnston Terrace, the rabbits rest.
Jackdaws caw and peck at the after-trail of hare.
Men in dark suits sit at benches, face the fortress
on lunch breaks, stare blankly at mobile phones,
the last pages of a book – have forgotten the castle,
the rabbits, in all their daily toxic repetition.
What am I supposed to say?
Cover it up by moving you in the
Then replace you when I’m afraid
Didn’t you know, I’m not the
Serve me and do to impress,
But I praise only to repress,
You remind me of a love that was
I’ve been turned to ice,
whatever I touch is frost.
It consisted of
wisely arranging the silence
sometimes as well
the night with its choir of
It consisted of not fearing
and of learning the cold from
In order to unwrite ourselves in
Join the precise valour to
initiate the day.
The formulae of sleep, with the
start burning; and you begin the
hard slopes, shining and
like summer honey left upon your
Besides you, heavily fall names
And the street noise: a cruel
you cannot grasp today.
You follow with the sweet storm
of another name in your lips.
And you start coming
down the evening end, where
walls with sun
from certain last streets that
leave you sleepless
when looked straight are
I’m still not ready for them.
I haven’t designed devices which
caress their faces
further than a drop from the
shore which would seek my lips
and burst at my ankles
further than the mosquito which
I crush between my fingers
without further reason than the
of human scale versus insect
Cars and busses, feet on wet
Swoosh, tap, pace, and rap.
And you, oblivious to time, you lament
At dark windows, docking your cap.
Dapper old man in your battered suit,
Aiming your lighter toward your fag,
will make the heart leap, frog-
like, landing with a soggy plop.
Love startles, makes a mockery
of us, and yet we lie awake
at night and croak and croak for
Last night I felt The Beauty in
Warm whispers felt upon the
mystery of a stream,
And in the stillness of the
I kissed the moon,
for lost children wonder upon
the valleys of this earth.
Last night I swayed amongst the
rivers of a life,
And through the thunders I found
But in the silence of your eyes
you said goodnight,
And in the richness of your
grasp I felt a cry.
and create an interwoven mess.
'I am your lover.' he said,
caught by the half shadow, half light.
'Will you wax and wane upon
vapours of the voice
formation and reflection
understanding parcels crystallise
of milieu emerge
memories and faith its self repeats
Far have I travelled to arrive here
Let me catch my breath in your Rose
Once- I- too- had had gardens;
Gardens landscaped: echoing columns of
green date and olive trees.
In my gardens creepy-crawlies have now
made themselves at home
In the pulsating greens it smells now of
gun powders. From the stripped
Date-leaves blood-sucking bats hang
Littered with only the epitaphs of
deaths are the zigzag mountain paths.
Let me sit a while in your Rose Garden.
I too have grown by the banks of the
Baalaakaah River and in the rains
With grass beneath my head besides a
woman’s warm embrace
My days were spent among flowers and
Soaking feet in crystal waterfalls.
Blood now wave in my rivers and falls
and in that flowing sacred spring
Created by the kicking-baby-feet of
Now everyday there float away
Skulls of babies and disfigured breasts
And mothers’ hearts.
|| October 14: 2017: University of Exeter News
|| ά. A new study by an international team of
scientists, led by Professor Stefan Kraus from the University of
Exeter, has given a fascinating new insight into one of the most
respected theories of how planets are formed. Young stars start
out with a massive disk of gas and dust, that over time,
astronomers think, either diffuses away or coalesces into
planets and asteroids.
However, scientists are still searching for a complete
understanding of how these early formations come together to
form asteroid-sized objects. One reason has been that drag in
the disk produced by surrounding gas makes the grains move
inward toward the star, which can, in turn deplete the disk
rapidly in a process, known as, 'radial drift'. In the new
research, the research team uses high powered telescopes to
target the star V1247 Orionis, a young, hot star, surrounded by
a dynamic ring of gas and dust.
|| October 11: 2017
|| ά. Time, because it is, always being and vanishing in space, in
human terms, we call it, time changes or rather, time goes. Where does it go?
There, where the eternal-silent-space holds its sieve, ever-so-patiently and
ever-so-dutifully, so that the time-dust, falls through and joins the
eternal-silence of space. Time is like the word: after all human usages, where
does it go? There, where it has always been, in 'non-existence', inside the
'eternal-silence' of the 'dictionary'. But here, we are to report, not silence,
but speech because, the Fourth Annual Philosophy and Religion in Africana
Traditions Conference 2017, what has become, affectionately, known as, PRAT
Conference, is almost here. October is a just a week-run up the hill
and, a few more days and there it is: the Fourth PRAT Conference on October
27-28 in Emmaarner Rise or rather, good old New York.
When: Friday: October 27 at the Graduate Centre of the City University of
New York: 365 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10016, Rooms 9204:9205 and Saturday:
October 28: Mayday Community Space: 176 St. Nicholas Avenue, Brooklyn, NY
11237: info at maydayspace.org. Topics for consideration are 01: Social
Activism. What are the Main Terrains of struggle: What are the Strategies
People are Putting Into Place: What are the Programmes Being Developed, For
Instance, 'The Vision for Black Lives 'Movement'; 02: Culture and Politic.
Speakers Will Address the Inter-Relationships Between Art and Politics and
How Cultural Issues From Art, Films, Novels are Related to Liberation
Struggles. How Art and Films Depict the Struggle: How They Contribute to It:
What are the Main Themes?
Join Us at The VI London Poetry Festival 2017
at the Notting Hill St John's Church: October 14-15
Home-Country of the Humanion
This Photonarine Pilgrimage
A dot adding to itself
one to another one two three advances a line
It cannot but go seeking to reach back to itself yet spherically
The march of a dot and thus this photon is anti of what it seeks to
Illumine this Duantum Darkness it seems to go seeking end's scope
Never stopping like the line it will reach back
to itself completing its
Light-sol-sojourn of the Duantum Darkness hypothetically a photon
Is all it takes to illumine the entire Universe except you need all
For a photon to complete its photonarine run to come back to itself
Yet this photon-sojourn is the pilgrimage of the
light in this holy-field
Of this Universe where there is no temple but laws where one begins
And ends both being the same: the determination to go on being light
Being light is life's pilgrimage in this Universe this photonarine
In ink-dark our photons are true and in tune with the Duantum and
We write our pilgrimage on white paper still seeking being the light
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Eye once opened and saw there
was the light
That formed a print as if a
light-tree had sprung over it
And The Eye wore that light-tree
as a a sudden moon
That it had not yet seen but
wore it ee shone it singing
Eye saw that it could see other
eyes looking at
It all tear-written and
joy-strung and awe-sung they all
Looked and The Eye said such a
beautiful thing to see in
The Light the Joy the Sorrow the
Pearl in tears sparkling
And The Eye saw and loved the
light ee the luminous that
It makes true and The Eye heard
the silence as a tongue
Ee sung it as the earth has
forever done to the silent moon
Being loving singing shining
seeing ee reaching The Eye
Sees and loves and sings and
keeps shining in light yet
In the dark The Eye an
Aria-Universe a-bloom a silence
|| October 08: 2017: National University of Singapore News || ά.
Artemisinin-ALA co-treatment could kill cancer cells and
suppress tumour growth with fewer side effects. Artemisinin, a
potent anti-malarial drug, has been widely hailed as a promising
alternative cancer treatment. Scientists from the National
University of Singapore recently showed that its anti-cancer
properties could be enhanced by 10 folds when used in
combination with Aminolaevulinic acid:ALA, a photosensitiser or
a drug which, upon exposure to light, leads to generation of
free radicals that can kill cells. ALA is used in photodynamic
therapy, in combination with a special light source, to treat
various types of cancer, including, skin and prostate cancer.
A research team, led by Dr Lin Qingsong from the Department of
Biological Sciences at the NUS Faculty of Science, together with
Dr Wang Jigang and Professor Shen Han-Ming from the Department
of Physiology at NUS Yong Loo Lin School of Medicine, recently
discovered that a combination of artemisinin and ALA could kill
colorectal cancer cells and suppress tumour growth more
effectively than administering artemisinin alone. “Artemisinin
and ALA are both existing drugs that are well tolerated by the
human body. As such, this promising cancer treatment could have
fewer side effects.” explained Dr Wang. The findings of the
study were published in the scientific journal ACS Central
Science in July 2017 as the cover story.
|| October 05: 2017: University of Edinburgh News
|| ά. A simulated Mars flight has given scientists
valuable insights into the likely risks from bacteria on
spacecraft. An experiment, in which astronauts remained in a
confined simulator for a year and a half, has showed the need to
carefully monitor the changes in the numbers and varieties of
microorganisms, such as, bacteria, during lengthy missions.
Checking how such species adapt to the confined conditions on
board spacecraft could help ensure a safe environment for
astronauts on long missions to Mars. According to researcher,
regular sampling of surfaces and analysis of the types of
bacteria present could help prevent the spread of resistant or
harmful bugs and encourage a healthy mix of microbes. The
results of the study, involving Edinburgh scientists, will
inform estimates of risk to such flights and aid the design of
|| October 14: 2017:
University of Helsinki News: Päivi Lehtinen Writing || ά.
Researchers at the University of Helsinki have found a genetic
variation, which associates with the damage caused by maternal
alcohol consumption. This genetic variation clarifies the role
of genetic factors in the alcohol-induced developmental
disorders and could be useful in future diagnostics. The effects
of prenatal alcohol exposure:PAE on placental genes involved in
growth and on the size of affected newborns were explored in the
study performed at the University of Helsinki and Helsinki
University Hospital in Finland.
The researchers observed that alcohol altered epigenetic marks
on the placenta, and also, the head size of newborn, depending
on the genetic variation inherited from the parents. Epigenetic
marks are molecules, which bind to DNA sequence. They regulate
the activity of genes, and thus, production of proteins in the
cells. The research material was 39 alcohol-exposed and 100
control placentas. They were collected from mothers, who gave
birth in the Helsinki University Hospital and had given approval
for their participation in the study. It is already known that
in addition to neuronal disorders and birth defects, alcohol
causes retarded growth. Readmore
Join Us at The VI London Poetry Festival 2017
at the Notting Hill St John's Church: October 14-15
Monarch of Gods and Daemons, and
But One, who throng those bright and rolling worlds
Which Thou and I alone of living things
Behold with sleepless eyes! regard this Earth
Made multitudinous with thy slaves, whom thou
Requitest for knee-worship, prayer, and praise,
And toil, and hecatombs of broken hearts,
With fear and self-contempt and barren hope.
Whilst me, who am thy foe, eyeless in hate,
Hast thou made reign and triumph, to thy scorn,
O'er mine own misery and thy vain revenge.
Three thousand years of sleep-unsheltered hours,
And moments of aye divided by keen pangs
Till they seemed years, torture and solitude,
Scorn and despair, - these are mine empire:-
More glorious far than that which thou surveyest
From thine unenvied throne, O Mighty God!
Almighty, had I deigned to share that same
Of thine ill tyranny, and hung not here
Nailed to this wall of eagle-baffling mountain,
Black, wintry, dead, unmeasured; without herb,
Insect, or beast, or shape or sound of life.
As me! alas! pain, pain ever, for ever!
No change, no
pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
I ask the Earth, have not the mountains felt?
I ask Heaven, the all-beholding Sun,
Has it not seen? The Sea, in storm or calm,
Heaven's ever-changing Shadow, spread below,
Has its deaf waves not heard my agony?
Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
The Brain- is wider than the Sky-
For--- put them side by side--
The one the other will contain
With ease---- and You---- beside---
The Brain is deeper than the Sea----
For---hold them---Blue to Blue---
The one the other will absorb----
As Sponges----Buckets---- do---
The Brain is just the weight of God---
For-Heft them---Pound for Pound---
And they will differ---if they do----
As Syllable from Sound----
Of Man's first disobedience, and
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, heavenly Muse, that, on the secret
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
In the beginning how the heavens and earth
Rose out of chaos: or, if Zion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
And chiefly, thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all temples the upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss,
And mad'st it pegnant: what in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support:
That, to the height of this great argument,
I may assert eternal providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
Here are the Sounds
That Live in the Silence and Solitude of the
University of Crete School of Medicine
|| October 14: 2017: University of Helsinki News: Mari
|| ά. A recent study has grouped Finns into genetic
categories with unprecedented precision. These genetic
categories are strikingly similar to Finnish dialect areas. In
addition, the study corroborates the previously reported genetic
division into eastern and western Finland and indicates that
this division runs along the border established by the Treaty of
Nöteborg in 1323. The international research group, led by
University of Helsinki researchers, has produced more detailed
information about the genetic variation within Finland than has
been previously available.
The results were published in the G3: Genes, Genomes,
Genetics journal. The researchers have, also, opened a website
for the project, where anyone can access the results using
interactive maps. The study used modern methods from genome
research and statistics, grouping more than 1,000 DNA samples
from all over Finland into genetically similar groups,
gradually, increasing the specificity. This grouping employed
existing information on more than 230,000 genetic markers. While
this is not the first study on genetic variation in Finland, the
rapid development of genetic and statistical methods has now
enabled, significantly, more precise analyses.
|| October 08: 2017: Nanyang Technological University News || ά.
Scientists from Nanyang Technological University, Singapore have
developed a new gel patch prototype, that could speed up the
healing of a skin wound while minimising the formation of scars.
The research team unveiled the patch as a proof of concept. When
fully developed, this healing patch could be a boon for diabetic
patients, who suffer from hard to heal skin lesions and for
patients undergoing surgery. The new patch is unlike other
single-purpose patches in the market, which either reduce the
scarring or improve healing, but not both.
The NTU research team, led jointly by Associate Professor Andrew
Tan and Assistant Professor Cleo Choong, recently published
their findings in Scientific Reports. In the published paper,
the researchers found that a protein, known as, Angiopoietin-like
4: ANGPTL4 reduces inflammation in the early phase of wound
healing in mice models. Later, it helps in the formation of new
blood vessels and cell growth and at the final phase, reduces
scarring. The research team developed their patch enriched with
ANGPTL4 to control the amount of scarring. NTU already has a
patent on the use of Angiopoietin-like 4 in wound healing, which
can be licensed to pharmaceutical companies.