Blank page, blank mind. In the east, the goal is to erase the ego, in the west is it to magnify it?

Imperfection is our escape hatch to transformation. Instead of guilt for one's sins, maybe it is gratification one should feel?

To find humility in the grotesqueries of the self. If one can catalogue their flaws, look at them clearly, maybe they can lead to not perfection but a happy, ennobling humanity.

I'm ready to roll the dice, and let the dice reveal a new way out.