Never in error, always wrong...‏

• You miss the whole point

when you are obsessed 

with the olympic medals,

with pointing out the error

and missing the real beauty.

That's the whole thing.

Is like knowing the price

of everything without

ever knowing the value of nothing.

Forget about the minutiae,

there's beauty in a small hesitation

in the road of discovering.

Those pundits never in error

are always wrong about the essentials.

The secret of life is beyond

those limited critics

that never enjoy,

except the power

of leaving the wonder out.

The display of perfection

and control never reaches

the full beauty,

because real beauty is ephemeral

and never in control.

It escapes 

when you think

you've got it.

It can only be contemplated,

never graded. How can we?