There is an ancient Chinese story about a potter who spent his life searching for the perfect shade of red. He filled all his days learning new technologies and experimenting with new techniques to perfect the crimson glaze his heart desired.
Nothing worked.
Nothing worked.
He travelled throughout the country and consulted with other potters. None of them could help him.
Finally, he came home and sat by his kiln. Frustrated by his failed endeavour he threw himself in the kiln.
His assistant came looking for him. He called for the potter again and again, but could not find him.
When the kiln cooled down, the assistant pulled out the pots that had been fired. They were the perfect shade of red.
The potter, himself, was the very thing he had been searching for all his life.
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