matlaporte:To start indicate the place that’s nine-tenths. Smallin volume, it lies suspended in our...

matlaporte:

To start indicate the place that’s nine-tenths. Small
in volume, it lies suspended in our body. A child
visualizes a sphere floating through hollow arms and legs,

dancing through the torso. It contains the rest, but
is finite. It appears to be an insignificant point,
free in itself, permitting misconception, perfection

belongs behind you and in what you will do, just as
in time there is never a nine-tenths. Only its
endless picture.


- from “Nine Tenths Of Our Body,” by Diane Ward, in Code of Signals