“Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable.”
- Fuller
This quote used to make me happy.
Ok, I thought about it again...and I think there's still a lot of good in this idea. Throughout a lifetime, a measurement of 'you' can only be captured in a history/histories. Thoughts, moments, emotions, sayings, voices, pasts, presents, photos, recordings, etc...
Just coming back from a memorial, I really do see the love and joy in that 99%, even if it's a simple fraction...a representation of that shared history which will always be untouchable and invisible, though present.
But, the one thing that depressed me, or that this quote seems to undervalue is that other 1%. The Real, the Physical, the of-this-life. Maybe what I dislike more is that we even have to talk about it as a fraction; as if part of you was not ever here, invisible, and untouchable; that perhaps the physical you was a static, unchanging object, with this meta-physical being that progressed above and beyond the day-to-day--and even worse, that the of-this-life-you--was perhaps not as important as the idea (the invisible).
I guess what I am trying to say is something more akin to this:
Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable; but without the other one percent, none of it would matter.
- Fuller
This quote used to make me happy.
Ok, I thought about it again...and I think there's still a lot of good in this idea. Throughout a lifetime, a measurement of 'you' can only be captured in a history/histories. Thoughts, moments, emotions, sayings, voices, pasts, presents, photos, recordings, etc...
Just coming back from a memorial, I really do see the love and joy in that 99%, even if it's a simple fraction...a representation of that shared history which will always be untouchable and invisible, though present.
But, the one thing that depressed me, or that this quote seems to undervalue is that other 1%. The Real, the Physical, the of-this-life. Maybe what I dislike more is that we even have to talk about it as a fraction; as if part of you was not ever here, invisible, and untouchable; that perhaps the physical you was a static, unchanging object, with this meta-physical being that progressed above and beyond the day-to-day--and even worse, that the of-this-life-you--was perhaps not as important as the idea (the invisible).
I guess what I am trying to say is something more akin to this:
Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable; but without the other one percent, none of it would matter.
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