We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.
I recreate myself; that is my only power.
He thought others were small; that was his greatness.
Nothing is part of everything.
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.