I am indeed skilled at finding fault. I spot problems easily, inconsistencies, lies.
But I feel some guilt at the moment, for doubting in some respects the power of love, and communion. Sex is also the perfection of an open soul, and the sharing of its contents. It is a mystery, and a rite of beauty.
I have felt much pain in my life. It has colored my vision. But according to my own lights, my own principles, my own beliefs, my goal is to rise far above where I have been, and to do that I need to become a better good-finder. There is no skill in repeating the past.