A slip of the tongue.
A sleight of hand.
Mouth ahead of the mind.
Hand ahead of the brain.

Myriad of happy accidents.
And some unhappy ones.
Without error there is no learning.
Without blunder there is no creativity.

Some blessings come in a disguise.
And this disguise is time.
For every error is a chance.
And every chance is a beginning.

The rush to get revenge
Is pointless
For it may lead into a trap.
The trap that we ourselves create
By rushing into action.

This basic pattern
Repeats itself like fractal.
Its spread is infinite.

Perhaps the Universe is a Divine mistake?
Was it an accident?
Was it a blunder?

The time will tell.
So use it wisely.