This will not be yet another blog about Renée Zellweger’s face. Mainly because it’s ALL been said and done. It really, really has. I mean, look at this:
I’m actually going to micro-focus on one phrase that keeps popping up, no matter where one reads about this – That phrase is, “It’s like she’s not even the same person.”
As a short, round human, this phrase set off a high speed train of thought. This is the track it took:
- As a human who is female and North American and a performer, Ms. Z. is defined by her looks.
- BUT, no matter what is going on, she’s still the same human, because one is not defined by one’s eyes. One is defined by one’s experience, genetics, mental capacities, circumstance and whatever the magical sky folks are defining as a soul these days. When these things cease to be, then the person can be said to be gone.
- Yet we are often broken down into our elements. For instance, folks will say that a person is fat. Fat is a part of a person, but that one part is used to define a whole being. Still, if my fat were removed or reduced, I would still be me, therefor I cannot “be” fat, since fat is impermanent.
- Put another way, when I die, my fat will still be around, yet I will not be. So I cannot be fat, since fat cannot be me.
- Ms. Z cannot be her eyes, since her eyes will outlast her. The essence of what makes her distinct is in the mind, not in the flesh over her ocular balls.
- Therefor changes to the outer self cannot make one a new or different person. That’s just silly.
Conclusion? We are a silly species. And I’ve gone cross-eyed.
I feel like a whole new woman.