Beyond limits

You too, as well as I, know we need not repeat our errors. You too know we need not be like the old man next door, his accordion locked into playing the same tunes the same way, in the same sequential order, his old mistakes not corrected, just perfected. You too know old limits need not hold; know how, from times untold, the world came at last to value and to love along with the prophets, artists, saints, those whose narrow confines could not hold - the ones who dared to break the mold.