Blessed
is the one who sees his weakness, and blessed is one who, when
he sees a flaw in someone
else, takes responsibility for it. Because, half of any person
is wrong and weak and off
the path. Half! The other half is dancing and swimming and
flying the invisible joy. You
have ten open sores on your head. Put what salve you have
on yourself. And point out
to everyone the dis-ease you are. That's part of getting
well! When you lance yourself
that way, you become more merciful and wiser. Even if you
don't have a particular
fault at the moment, you may soon be the one who makes some
act notorious. Don't feel
self-satisfied...
- taken from The Soul of Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

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