Over the radio waves this morning: 'he was a man of flaws.' Seems this could be said of anyone. I think the flaws must be recognized, accepted, incorporated, transcended. How to do it? That is the question we carry with us, like a friendly hump, (hump? what hump?) on our journey on the 'human highway.'

Spiritual alchemy asks us to turn those glaring, loathsome, silly, flaws into unique, glistening, heroic, profound/funny strenghs.

I'm thinking of the little tics, quirks, and contradictory qualities that make us 'individual.'

Lennon's razor wit and sarcasm, Dylan's blistering rage and clarity, Neil Young's mournful noise and shadow. All the crooked teeth, crooked smiles, crooked walks on crooked paths.