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<p>One has to be willing to be thrown out. Tossed out, ejected, bucked off, asked to leave, forced to alter directions. How else does one know he’s reached a limit?</p>
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<p>If you don’t bump up against something – hopefully more softly than hard – you’ll never know if you’ve gone all the way, reached as far as you can reach.</p>
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<p>Until you push the limit, you can’t know where it is. If you’re really good, you can sense the limit just before touching it – like a calculus function approaching infinitely close but never quite merging.  Pushing the boundaries to know where they stop.</p>
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<p>Of course, all this takes courage, humility and strength.  The boldness to begin.  The self-confidence to be embarrassed, and laugh.</p>
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<p>And all of this is infinitely worthwhile.</p>
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