I am defined by the boundaries of my limitless imagination.  I travel in reverse trying to discover how to move forward.  I wonder if we will forgive each other, once we realize that total satisfaction is impossible.  And how can there be such a gap between how we see ourselves and the harm we're able to do?  It seems like we go from viewing our actions as totally innocent to blaming ourselves for everything.  We must value the imperfect; it is there that we see that which makes an individual unique.

Abbie