Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
– Walt Whitman
Most of us are the embodiment of competing brain systems partitioned between two distinct hemispheres housed within a single skull and body. To attempt to describe a human being, then, is perhaps a bit like trying to describe the universe—the best we can do is define a particular aspect, like the color of a surface, in relation to some other aspect, like the photons we shine on it. We can’t ever view the thing from all angles at once, or through a lens of infinite measures, have no capacity to hold the proverbial elephant’s trunk while also examining its legs and tail to perceive its expanse beyond our own limited perspective. For this reason, perhaps the judgment of someone about another says more about the speaker’s values than the object’s real characteristics, and any introduction of oneself will say more about the contours of her wishful thinking than her actual qualities.
- I research the brain.
- I draw and paint.
- I travel.
- I write.
- I translate.
- I teach.
- I do taekwondo and sorely miss wushu.
And in doing so, I render each day meaningful in a universe as complex or as simple as we choose to make it.