After spending some small time
on this spinning globe
it seems that life is a series
of repetitions
and variations
like a syntactic tree
which is never concluded
even when the speaker thinks
that he has reached the end
only to find that
there is still more to say.
...
There are many second chances,
yet none are quite the same,
so that we get to re-do
but not precisely -
which is why
none of us are perfect;
and besides,
wouldn't that be boring?
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Cool.
I think this is an attribute of an open system.
It's a darn shame that it plagues us so that we can idealize closed ones.
true enough c-disperfect.
I heart imperfection.
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