A young friend sends this to me:
I just finished the book My Grandfather's Blessings by Rachel Naomi Remen last week. In one section she wrote about how airplanes are off course 99% of the time. The cockpit computers easily and continuously correct it and the plane arrives at its destination.
From My Grandfather's Blessings: (Pg. 366)
"Might it be possible to focus ourselves on the purpose we wish to serve in the same way that the Concorde is focused on its destination and navigate a trajectory in just this same way? Once we stopped demanding of ourselves that we be on course all the time, we might begin to look at our mistakes differently, giving them an impeccable attention and a frictionless response. They will not prevent us from reaching our dreams nearly so much as wanting to be right will.
Those who have the courage to offer us honesty, to be our navigators, might even come to be seen as worthy of a certain gratitude as collaborators in helping us reach our destination. "You are off course," they might tell us. "Why, THANK you," we might reply."