Biology is beautiful.
I’ve developed quite a love of biological art. Botany. Anatomy. I have a picture of naked men hanging in my living room – a print of an 18th century pen-and-ink drawing titled “A View of the second Layer of the Muscles” (J. Wilkes).
Microbiology is particularly fun. Our microscopic what-nots and this-thats look perfectly Seuss-ian.
Except in my Biology 101 textbook.
I distinctly remember a rendering of an enzyme that was basically a large purple jellybean. Apparently it was supposed to have floated around processing proteins. And my first thought was, “How? This jelly bean has absolutely no means of propulsion.”
Didn’t do too well on that test.