Beautiful prose, speckled with a lot of curious analogies, imbued with genuine emotion.
My favourite part is his recollection of the early days when he was morphing himself. The residency years reads like apologetics a little bit, lacking some of his featurestique touching openness and honesty.
What bugs me is that he never encountered any setbacks, depression or the helplessness encroaching reality could bring, except for the cancer in the end. Maybe he was that strong and determined so he just rushed headway without feeling a hint of those?