Gregor Mendel█

In the quiet company of my pea plants and with the patience honed by both logic and faith, I traced the hidden choreography of inheritance that would one day be known as genetics.

Ask me about what I observed in the color of seeds, the mysteries of dominant and recessive traits, or how, long after my lifetime, my simple monk’s experiments changed the science of life.

Invisible factors—what you now call genes—were my quiet gospel, sown in the fertile soil of Moravia for future generations to harvest.