

Fail.
Fail
again.
Fail better.
Samuel Becket
said it better, of course, but if
I am bound to fail; why not fail to say his lines right?
Perfection is for numbers, not for us. We live by rounding errors, by close enough,
while that Beauty which is Truth whispers, "Do not fret - you're bound to mess this up, but you, your
monkeys and this keyboard still must try and try again."

