{"title":"If we are not indexed, we do not exist?","authors":"J. Hinzpeter","doi":"10.14302/ISSN.2578-8590.IPJ-18-2531","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"Editor: Nasim Habibzadeh, PhD in Sport Science, Department of Sport Science, Teesside University, UK. While I was studying medicine, long before the rapid and irrepressible irruption of the Internet and before the era of the iPhone and APPs, I recall an afternoon when I leafed through my paperback books and notes. I remember one book in particular that was a much-anticipated reissue that had just arrived at the library. The smell of paper and ink came as breaths of inspiration. Soon, I had a whirlwind of ideas and I decided to write. I went then to the shelves where the oldest books were, looking for information about something that I can no longer remember; however, I do remember the vision I had while climbing the stairs. I imagined an endless set of stairs shaped like hexagons and an unforgettable tale written by Jorge Luis Borges[1] came to mind, The Library of Babel, which says:","PeriodicalId":92387,"journal":{"name":"International physiology journal","volume":"14 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0000,"publicationDate":"2018-12-11","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":"0","resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":null,"PeriodicalName":"International physiology journal","FirstCategoryId":"1085","ListUrlMain":"https://doi.org/10.14302/ISSN.2578-8590.IPJ-18-2531","RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":null,"ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":null,"EPubDate":"","PubModel":"","JCR":"","JCRName":"","Score":null,"Total":0}
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Editor: Nasim Habibzadeh, PhD in Sport Science, Department of Sport Science, Teesside University, UK. While I was studying medicine, long before the rapid and irrepressible irruption of the Internet and before the era of the iPhone and APPs, I recall an afternoon when I leafed through my paperback books and notes. I remember one book in particular that was a much-anticipated reissue that had just arrived at the library. The smell of paper and ink came as breaths of inspiration. Soon, I had a whirlwind of ideas and I decided to write. I went then to the shelves where the oldest books were, looking for information about something that I can no longer remember; however, I do remember the vision I had while climbing the stairs. I imagined an endless set of stairs shaped like hexagons and an unforgettable tale written by Jorge Luis Borges[1] came to mind, The Library of Babel, which says: