Education:

MD candidate at University of Wisconsin-Madison School of Medicine and Public Health.

 

Apps & Projects:

Luckily too many to list (see mkkdev for a few)

Contact:

matt <at> mattkaili.com

 

 

 

The master-word is Work, a little one, but fraught with momentous sequences if you can but write it on the tablets of your hearts and bind it upon your foreheads

 

 

I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

© Matt Kaili 2015