When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.
Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.
When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.
We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.
We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.