If I see only my bias, I have surrendered to a single myopic lens through which to view the world. If I dare to surrender my bias, I will spend the rest of my life seeing the world and throwing away lenses.

Could it be that we lost something because had we not lost it, we would have lost ourselves?

The apparent reality is that life never quite permits us the certainty that we impose upon it.

To fall down is to face the weakness of my humanity, test the mettle of my character, and push the limits of my strength. Therefore, falling down will tell me who I am far more clearly than most things I might learn when I’m standing up.

Tragedy cleans the windows of the soul by washing away the bias of our lives in the detergent of pain.