The very first step to imperfection is trying too hard to be perfect

...to arrive in the Rocky Mountains by plane would be to see them in one kind of context,as pretty scenery. But to arrive after days of hard travel across the prairies would be to see them in another way, as a goal, a promised land.

Having chosen this foolishness, I was a free being. How could the world ever stop me, how could I betray myself, if I was not afraid?

And I should mention the light  which falls through the big windows this time of day italicizing everything it touches...

Written By Billy Collins

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