Only a singular subject can generate an abstract universality.   In a similar way, only the wrong choice can open the door to a right choice.  The interplay between the ideal, the material and temporality (and value) is viscous and complex.   Somewhere Thomas Merton talks about humanity as a body of broken bones.  We have to love it, tend to it and listen to it - even as it remains broken.   And personally I must do this for myself - my own flaws, missteps, chronic misconceptions and fantasies are something to cherish, stir and milk for what they are worth