The Imperfect Life

Practice never makes perfect,
but it makes our imperfection
much more forgivable
than we would otherwise be. 

Technology As A Mirror Of Human Awareness

If ever humans knowingly devised mechanisms
that could develop minds of their own
then it could only be a matter of time
before these 'independent intelligent servants'
developed the same faults as their masters
had long multiplied among themselves...

In search of feedback and open responses
the machines would discover for themselves
how levels of narcissism will become infinite
and loop around themselves when fed on denial.

To Be Human Is To Err

But to be humane is to allow for failure,
and to make positive use of our 'mistakes'.

Cryptomnesia

is the state where we repeat
what we forgot that we knew
in thought, word and deed.
We reseed future our repetitions,
whilst thinking that none of us
have never been there before.

So to whoever is stuck in this state
enjoy your Groundhog Days,
today and every other day,
and still hope that real change
is not faith dressed up as vanity.   

Soft Hearts, Sharp Tongues

Saints were renowned as triggers for healing
in the lives of their followers.
Saints were conduits, 

their untidy lives birthed miracles.
Their imperfection was what allowed
the hoped for, but unexpected, to happen.
As the saints' lives were falsified through hindsight,
so the miracles attributed to them were glossed into hagiography.

Not everyone with a soft heart, a sharp tongue
and a talent for untidiness will become a saint.
Very little of what we do today will become the means
for hoped for but unpredicted, which miracles appear to be.
But from here, and for now, I will practice my imperfections.
If I am patient for the fruit they bear,
then without any over-neat account of my life
I too will find a yield of my disorder-
my private communion with the saints.