Hope

Aeschylus once said, ‘The wisest of the wise may err.’

What hope have we, who are not always wise, of embodying perfection?

Perhaps it’s best to simply make one’s own way through the forest, even if it means we trip now and then. And could it be that the callouses formed along the way are actually wings that can carry us forward, over the darkness?

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