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