A memoir/essay/treatise by a brilliant neurosurgeon who died before the age of 40 from cancer. Part One - his story of his search for meaning as a doctor dealing with untold death amid fervent striving for a fulfilling life - was profound and wise. As he tries to become the doctor he most wants to be, he writes, "I began to suspect that being so close to the fiery light of such moments only blinded me to their nature, like trying to learn astronomy by staring directly at the sun. I was not yet with patients in their pivotal moments, I was merely at those pivotal moments." He's humble about the disconnect between doctor and patient and wants desperately to change that. Part Two - his memoir of his short time from diagnosis to death as he strill strives for relationships, meaning, enlightenment, and truth - is at times unbearably sad and yet exquisitely beautiful. And it's all followed by an epilogue from his wife that's stunning.