Forks as Metaphors for Identity

A Strange Note in ለካቲት (Lekatit)*

‘Marcus Aurelius would deprive things of their euphemisms — roasted meat is a dead animal and vintage wine is old fermented grapes. The aim was to see these things as they really are, to ‘strip away the legend that encrusts them.’ _Ryan Holiday.

 

Games are interesting components in our experience of life, feeding the aches of leisure and addiction, and our climb on social and professional ladders. As an inalienable part of our existence, it’s safe to conclude that you love games as much as I do – Perhaps in a different form. So, let’s play a game: Think about a fork, the item with a vast array of purposefulness beyond its use in our dinings. Write down as many uses as you can think of, for a fork. There’s no right answer, so feel free to attach a fork with whatever function you find fitting.

 

This test is known as the divergence test, which, as eloquently written by Gladwell in Outliers, ‘requires you to use your imagination and take your mind in as many different directions as possible.’ Unlike several assessments that measure textbook knowledge or analytical intelligence, the divergent test is a venture within the creative pockets of one’s mind. When we strip things of their defined identities, we unlock the door to exploring what could be. This is also true for us as humans. So often are we limited by identities defined for us by our environment that we ignore the possibility of existing as a different self. 

 

In their timely piece on making smart decisions without the factor of luck, the team at Fanam Street explores the limitations of niches, which, in a way, serve as drivers for our defined identity, noting that we live in a society that demands specialization. Being the best means being an expert in something. Letters after your name and decades in the trenches of experience are required before you can claim to know anything. In one sense there is nothing wrong with this — specialized knowledge is required to solve problems and advance our global potential. But a byproduct of this niche focus is that it narrows the ways we think we can apply our knowledge without being called a fraud. So we think physicists can’t teach us about love; mathematicians can’t instruct us on how to run a business; poets don’t know squat about “my life.” And bloggers can’t contribute to philosophy.

As present in my digestion of Adam Grant’s conversation on how we can emerge from the ashes of rejection, we all have over a single identity that can be accessed by will; identities that serve in our definition of self and navigation of different fields across life. 

 

Art work by IyunOla Sanyaolu
‘Who’s in The Garden? IV’ An artwork within a series that contemplates a “dialogue between two entities, the main figure in the painting as well as what the artist refers to as ‘the elemental’, represented in animal form — a metaphor for the human and their guardian.” By Nigerian Artist, Iyunola Sanyaolu.

 

In thinking of our being as an element capable of existing divergently, we become, firstly, aware of the creativity transmitted through neurons within our bodies and expressed as projects and ventures in our external environment. Divergent thinking helps us understand that the skills we build in one field can be applied to other aspects of life.

 

Secondly, our understanding opens up to the possible identities of people we hold in high esteem and fosters our forgiveness of their mere capacity to err as humans. When we strip spiritual leaders, for instance, of their title, we realize that they are but human, capable of existing within any professional and vocational line of identity. Too often do we place people on a pedestal, only to toss them aside when their lifestyle no longer suits our beliefs. Understanding the mere humanity of others curtails our obsession around expectations of perfection.

 

Thirdly, and deeply vital, it helps us realize interesting ways to live. The simple understanding that one can be more than they’ve known; do more than we’ve been told we could; live, in the wholeness of our being, bears great reward for the self. 

 

Through the investment of my imagination in the uses of a fork, I found it to be a useful tool as a partitioner for hair, in the carving of shapes, for picking up the drain in a bathroom, in inflicting harm on someone or something – hey, I said there was no right answer -, for lifting up something nasty, as a tracer for when you can’t draw a fork but are mandated by your teacher to do so, as an item for peeling fruits, in playing with the sole of your feet, for making shapes in a sandcastle, as an emergency blade for making an incision to remove a deadly creature from someone’s body, and, of course, for eating. The self, too, can be applied within different identities.

 

Artwork by Iyunola Sanyaolu
‘Who is in the garden?’ An artwork by the Nigerian artist, Iyunola Sanyaolu, featuring a dialogue around the self and purposefulness between ‘a woman, the artist, in the garden, called upon by an Elemental being embodied in animistic form spotted somewhere in the garden around the woman.

 


1 Question for You

Who are you?

 

As you think through this question, here’s what you should read next: digest the brilliance of Shane Parish and his team at Fanam Street on smart decisions,  listen to Mina, Zulaihat, and Smart as they answer the question of who they are, and close with Maria Popova’s brilliant exploration of the building blocks of identity.

 

*ለካቲት (Lekatit) is the Tigrinya word for February. Tigrinya is a member of the Semitic branch of the Afro-Asiatic language family. It is spoken by 4.3 million people in Ethiopia, 2.5 million people in Eritrea, and 10,000 people in Israel.


 

Author’s Note

Thanks for reading. 

 

With a deep passion for learning, I constantly dig through books, articles, podcasts, and YouTube channels (like Pursuit of Wonder, Jubilee, Thoughty2, Omeleto, and The Furtur), whilst pondering on unusual art pieces. 

 

Digesting the works within these instruments of information helps me connect disparate dots related to our existence, and plays a part in the personal letters I write to you every Sunday.

 

Strange Notes are texts of existential questioning. Through these Notes, I draw on the connected elements across different fields and ages of life, to ponder on things that are intricately entwined with our existence. 

 

Each Note has three elements:

  • It starts as a question within my thoughts and ends with a question for your reflection.
  • It holds art pieces created by Africans.
  • It includes 3 enriching reading materials that, together, solidify the message within a note.  

 

I publish Strange Notes on the First Sunday of every month, and as you read, I hope that this note initiates a questioning about the fabrics of existence: the things that make us who we are and the activities that define life.