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“There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.” -- Buddha

False is false no matter how convincingly someone makes it true. Truth is truth no matter what others may want you to believe otherwise. The road to truth and false is only separated by you, the one in the center of it all.

What are your truths and what are your lies? How do you know that something exists if no one has done it before? Someone else’s truth may not be your truth. Why? You are your own person, aren't you?

"There is a kind of beauty in imperfection." – Conrad Hall

When you look closely at these paintings, you cannot tell if they made mistakes or not. Why? As I understood it, imperfections gives the paintings perfection.