The Fool complains with the Sage:
_ I'm doing it all wrong...it's not working.
_ Oh, come on.
_ It's true! I'm telling you.
_ You've got have a sense of humour about this.
_ Seriously, even if you get then perfect there still be something that is left out.
_ You say that cos your brilliant!
_ It is for the sage and the fool. None is excluded.
_ Listen, it's quite sacret as it is, even with these imperfections.
_ But yours are perfect!
_ Yes! And You, you are perfect.
_ Don't be a fool, look at me!
How perfect could that be?