His journal entries from the 1980s read as electrifying notes to self:
Attachment to your village, your hospital, your state or country—that must go. You must live in your soul and face the universal consciousness. To see all as one.
To have this vision and work with strength and wisdom all over the world.
Perhaps the white-haired man with curiously gnarled fingers paused here for a moment before scrawling the next line.
To give sight for all.
THE IMPOSSIBLE RARELY deterred Dr. Govindappa Venkataswamy. As a young surgeon, he watched a crippling disease permanently twist and freeze his fingers out of ...