Doctors: the Bold, the Seekers of the Way

Continuing our thread of thinking about why a person might wish to become a doctor, Rudyard Kipling in his poem "Doctors" defines his view of the goal and quality of a doctor.

Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned.
His days are counted and reprieve is vain:
Who shall entreat with Death to stay his hand;
Or cloke the shameful nakedness of pain?

Send here the bold, the seekers of the way--
The passionless, the unshakeable of soul,
Who serve the inmost mysteries of man's clay,
And ask no more than leave to make them whole.

I am not sure we doctors are passionless but we do try to be empathetic and try to be understanding of the patient. I do think however that it is our introspection and fascination of our own "mysteries of man's clay" that induce us to join the profession.
What do you think? ..Maurice.