“Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away” – Whitson Gordon
This morning, I ran around downtown Indianapolis and up the stairs of the Indiana World War Memorial. The granite statues of veterans and Greek mythology reminded me these edifices began as one block, and to reveal the image, stone was just removed.
What if we are like that?
To become who we are, maybe we must simply remove what is not?
Not a life of more, more, more…but of less, less, less.
Like distillation to whisky, life can boil, evaporate, separate, and pressurize us. But it’s not meant to break us. Just like whisky, every day we become more of who we are, as the parts that aren’t us fall away.
Maybe Thoreau was pondering statues and whisky when he wrote, “Life is frittered away in detail…simplify, simplify.”