Overcome yourself every day. 

We don’t do things well, unfortunately, there’s always a loose thread. 

Tell the Mother of God that you didn't want that, that you would like to do things perfectly, but that we're creatures of clay, clay like a water jug, which breaks at the first blow; but it can be mended with staples (do you call them “staples” here? Those metal pieces…). 

And you and I are full of staples, but have you seen pots mended with staples? They turn out quite elegant, almost as elegant as your tie. 

My son, don’t be ashamed to be a poor, flawed vessel. 

But we will fight all our lives to correct our flaws, right to the end. 

Isn’t that right? This is love.