Alive for 113 years...

Winn, who never married [and until she died last week was the oldest living African-American], was a caretaker of children and a cook. She lived nearly her entire life in Louisiana, though she resided in Seattle, Wash. from 1957 to 1975, Hollins said. She had been a member of Shreveport's Avenue Baptist Church since 1927 and used to say, "I am gonna stay here as long as he wants me to stay here."
The steady flow of a long life broken only by a considerable stay (her early 60s to late 70s) in our cloudy and watery city.

Alive for one hour...

"With Olivia, there was so much love in that room and we knew it was going to be such a short time," says her grandmother, Diana Clark. "That was probably the most joyous hour that I've experienced."

Her grandparents say Olivia was polycystic and, as a result, her lungs never developed. So, her short life was a miracle.

"We were thrilled that she lived long enough that we could meet her alive and talk about her and see her while she was still alive," says Larry Clark, her grandfather.

The little life did not pass the eyes of the state unnoticed. Olivia lived long enough to be taxed. This tax, which is reasonable (the state is the state; it's the universal, not the personal), upset Olivia's family—"[We] couldn't believe that a little girl that lived for an hour has to pay a $50 tax..." But they are seeing it all wrong. The tax should not be seen as cruel but as an assertion of her existence, a registration of her citizenship and participation in this great and globalizing society. The tax made her not just a flickering member of a family from some unexceptional part of Washington, but lifted her status to a universal subject. Aufhebung! This is the tax, this is its meaning.