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Erin: Did you know that the word sincere
comes from the italian...."without cracks." Pot sellers would sell their pots, and say "sin cere."
Tim: Bizarre...
Erin: Without cracks....that they had never been mended. My aunt told me that, i haven't looked it up though.
I think that sometimes that cracks matter, even if they've been mended.
Tim: Well, it's our cracks, or flaws, or whatever you want to call them, that define our character I think.
Erin: Maybe, or maybe those are danger zones that only some people know how to navigate.
I had a friend of a friend of a friend once and he was an army man. He said, boasted maybe, that he knew how to daisy chain landmines, hundreds at a time, one of the best he knew of. He could just chain them, one after the other--so that if one exploded, the rest would, in near tandem.
And sometimes I think he's only slightly worse than some people. Just less subtle, better at tearing things apart than putting them together.
Tim: Sounds like explosive dominos.
Erin: It is.
Intricate and lacy,
and lethal.
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