The plumber's sink is always leaky...

Sometimes, what we do is a compensation for what we don't have. Sometimes what we have is the opposite of what we do. Sometimes the actions don't match the intentions. Do what I say not what I do.

What's interesting about these scenarios is that they often illuminate the boundaries we fuzzily draw between internal and external, personal and public, nature and pantomime. Is there an authentic self that has to figure out how to carry itself in(to) the world? This seems to be the practice, and it seems to work on the principle of balance, which is something we often fail to see.

("Hats" by Saul Steinberg)