Now we know,
We know what will kill us,
If we choose,
If we choose to stare down our genomes,
So comprehensively tabulated,
As if life were nothing,
Nothing more than a roll of the dice,
The genetic dice.
Now every newborn,
Every newborn comes with specifications.
Now every new parent,
Every new parent can look into baby’s eyes
And know what could close those eyes,
What could still that soft and fragile breath,
If we choose.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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