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A transparent robe

He had learned, the hard way, to distrust anybody wearing the robe of perfection, for such robe does not exist. Everyone makes mistakes, the only perfect person is nobody, and no human being is able to comprehend all that is comprehensible. Wisdom, he had also understood, is not a matter of knowing: it’s a matter […]

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