We started off pure gold, then people began
polluting us when we were too young
to fight back.
If a jeweler now examined you he might exclaim,
"What happened to you? You turned into pyrite!"
Don't be worried by such a candid remark; don't
let it depress you for there is a way
to reverse this process. Everything I write gives
practical clues, clues, clues!
poem by Rumi
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