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(Joan is knitting a scarf)
Joan: I really messed up this part. I dropped a stitch and purled when I should've knitted.
God: It's hard starting over, isn't it?
Joan: Yeah. But the book said it's okay to drop a stitch every now and then.
God: Well, it's the imperfections that make it unique.
Joan: Then I'm definitely unique.
God: The Persians make the most beautiful rugs in the world-- not that I play favorites. But on each rug, no matter how intricate and exquisite, the artist makes sure there's some small defect. It's called a Persian Flaw. It's a recognition that perfection exists only in Me, an acceptance that life can never really be lived exactly the way you expect. I love the colors. Nice.
Joan: I really messed up this part. I dropped a stitch and purled when I should've knitted.
God: It's hard starting over, isn't it?
Joan: Yeah. But the book said it's okay to drop a stitch every now and then.
God: Well, it's the imperfections that make it unique.
Joan: Then I'm definitely unique.
God: The Persians make the most beautiful rugs in the world-- not that I play favorites. But on each rug, no matter how intricate and exquisite, the artist makes sure there's some small defect. It's called a Persian Flaw. It's a recognition that perfection exists only in Me, an acceptance that life can never really be lived exactly the way you expect. I love the colors. Nice.