Life is an incredible totality that ranges from good to evil, from beauty to horror, from bliss to agony. One extreme cannot exist without the other. There would be no music if high C were the only note, no art if spectrum red were the only color, no joy in pleasure if pleasure were the only feeling -- and, paradoxically, there would be no perfection without imperfection. What does this mean to me? Well, first it means that I don't have to be perfect. All I have to do is grow at a pace natural to me -- and that is all I have a right to expect of others.
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Tell me and I'll forget. Teach me and I'll remember. Involve me and I'll learn.
