It hurts. Sure. So does yoga. But it’s just my ego. Egos bruise like peaches and there a lot of peaches. They grow on trees.
So I’m going to do it all over. If at first you don’t blah blah, blah, blah, blah.
Those who do not try — and try again — are unlucky. Failure is the only good luck charm that works.
This bit (among these many great bits) would make a great poster. The ideas about failure in America these days can be changed with enough material of this calibre, there's a small chance, methinks.