You are held together, not by staples or nails or man-made things, but by bone and vein and skin. You are not machine or robot or list, you are human – warm, tender, living.
You are one complete person, not a fragmented person. And so we begin to accept the whole, not just the parts we like. We refuse to wade through our design like a toddler with a pack of M&Ms – only the red ones, please.
We embrace the whole spectrum of color, the light as well as the darkness and all the layers of shadow in between.
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