Mistake

Birds have been obsolete for thousands of years, yet every April, we yearn for the goldfinch. 

If there were no flowers, someone in a laboratory would drop something into the wrong test tube and invent one by accident. God would smile and whisper, "You didn't make that, I did." But some doubter would complain, "This isn't natural." 

Sister, every wrinkle happens through a process of perfection you can't control. Brother, your failure is the gateway to creation, your missed note a new harmony. There are no accidents, only discoveries.

Be a widening O, a ripple that disturbs the still ocean of possibility. Count carefully but remember, every mistake is sacred. In the end it all adds up to a perfect zero.