November 4th, 2008
INSPIRED BY FAILURES
(MY FAILURES, I MEAN, IN BUSINESS)I took to voracious reading, finally learning what my friends
had known for decades. I read all the books I’d seen on theirshelves: St. Augustine, Meister Eckhart, and so on. I took the
night classes they’d already forgotten: TM, yoga, pranayama.And like my friend John, I started building a light aircraft in my
back yard. There is no truth that does not include all truths, I saidto myself as I soldered, drilled and riveted wings. It was raining
and my family stood inside the window watching. The kind ofwork we do does not make us holy, I called to them, but we
can make it holy. But they probably thought I was talkingabout the rain. Finally, I strapped myself into the little plane
and started it up. But instead of flying it caught fire. I barely gotfree before it was engulfed, while the rain hissed the flames,
and my family watched. I’ve forgotten to mention that I’d takenoff all my clothes for this first flight. So, I was embarrassed too.
–from Rattle #25, Summer 2006



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