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
Published on July 09, 2015 07:42