What is seen is not all that was produced.

One hundred words are seen, but to get there perhaps ten thousand were written.

Nine thousand nine hundred words are merely invisible, not waste. Their invisibility gives power to the one hundred seen.

Without the invisible the one hundred would have no shape. The nine thousand nine hundred are the stone carved away in sculpting a face from a granite block.

The one hundred are really the ten thousand. Mostly invisible, yet all present.

Look around. What do you see? And what do you not see that made it that way?