I found it funny that a close friend of mine should call me one day of something that eventually got me thinking. His close relative had been admitted for an ailment and he, who had decided that he was too good for the country, and was residing miles away after emigration, wanted to know whether the physician who was treating her was any good. "Any good?" I asked myself. "Perplexing that he should ask me that. After all, the physician must have been the guy who had probably topped his class academically, had apparently spent his productive years of his youth burning the midnight oil whilst other youngsters were having a whale of a time enjoying their youthful existence, trying not to leave any stone unturned just in case he is caught in a life and death situations in future. These and his other present-day out of office-hours and ungodly hour labours had come to this. Market forces deciding on the expertise and skill of a person who literally has the licence to kill...
It is all Mimesis