Aim

There are thinkers who are not quite right, but which are consistently not quite right. They have a fundamental orientation from which they bounce off and where only the completed expression is poorly aimed.  It is as if their aim were inverted, sent through smoke, ricocheting off of a solid surface one could not see except in the stray outcomes. 

These incomplete insights and the gaps between them are necessary and provident.  To the degree that it is a perfect and accurate truth it is a mind-trap in the corner of one’s being. The not-quite-right have wisely left in the gaps for the sake of their own accelerated progress, not to mention ours.  Potential grows only with exercise, and wisdom is made from the experience, not the description of one. The opportunity to fill in the gaps does more toward the fulfilling of one’s potential than any third-party description whose exhaustive defense leaves one without a means of exercise. Can it be called perfection if it is incomplete?  It is as necessarily incomplete as it is useful to one’s completing oneself through it.  It is in their very incompleteness that the not-quite-right are superior to perfection itself.

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