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Problem

Don't be afraid of mistakes, for you're the product of them all. Even if you don't believe in evolution, you cannot deny the fact that we weren't made perfect, and that's Nature's catch. If it wanted flawless beings, it would have made flawless beings, but instead it gave us a mirror and morals and told us to have fun. We were created to cause chaos and wreak havoc and f**k up and fall down. Every plight and plunder, however, stays in our heads, where it is turned around on all sides, prodded with a pain stick, examined, tossed in the air, thrown in the mud, spit in our faces, advertised for all of our elected angels to see, and we change accordingly. We are a mechanism under our own heaven's supervision, but we tell ourselves that no machine is 100% efficient and expect ourselves to be the exception at the same time.
Those mistakes I mentioned, they're walls that we hit in the dark, they're the barriers that our hands sniff out like curious cats, and they're the cogs in our own elaborate machine. Whenever we hit one of them we cry outrage because we're blind babies, babbling in blackness to one another in hopes of leading each other to something the other desires. How doomed are we, that we ask someone else to lead us to where we want to go? Away from the walls and in the midst of Asphodelian questions are where we stumble. It's against the walls, along our mistakes, that we find guidance, because how will you know if you are going north or south or east or west when all you feel is the same old ground beneath your tired feet? The very same wrongs that we despise keep us in and herd us in the right. Mistakes are the fences that surround the white sheep, only the sheep are afraid of wolves because they first came from outside the fence, and when something from outside did harm, that was when we knew what was what.