Yes you're quite right, nolan. Expression is beauty. Whether it comes from the hate-filled brain-wrong of a racist arse-face who is just trying to express his distaste for a 12 year old African American girl whose Wheeled-Chair was taking up too much room, or it is the expression on your bum just before it implodes in a giant shower of kidneys, doesn't matter. They are both valid sentiments and both worthy of beauty.

It is true that there is a fine line between trying and doing, and in today's "couldn't care less" society, I think we often get the distinction wrong, sometimes failing to see the line altogether, other times seeing it all too clearly and being too afraid to cross it. Under those circumstances, I really think you've just got to take a chance and bite the bullet, so to speak. Take little Ganeesha, for instance:

"Ganeesha is an 8 year old girl living in Rwanda. I read about her experiences on the Landmine Action website, a site dedicated to the campaign against the use of landmines in military conflict. Rwanda is a country that has been devastated by civil war - a war, I might add, in which thousands of landmines were deployed in over 2,000 mine fields, covering an area the size of Africa. Little Ganeesha lived a few hundred yards away from such a minefield. One day, Ganeesha was playing with some rice in a little bowl right next to the minefield. She was just about to run back to her hut to help her mother with the cooking when she heard a faint scratching sound with the corner of her ear. She looked up, her big brown eyes wide open and staring, with an expression of startled innocence on her child-like face. On the other side of the minefield, she saw something that made her heart fill with despair - a tortoise had climbed up a tree to forage for grapes, but it had got tangled in some sticks and was bleating terribly. Ganeesha took pity on the creature an ran up to the edge of the minefield. She looked down at the border line and remembered her mother's warnings, but the sound of the bleating tortoise was too much for little Ganeesha to bear. Holding her breath, she stepped over the line and walked calmly towards the tortoise..."

Of course, little Ganeesha exploded instantly in a giant shower of gore. But I think the message is clear: life's too short to waste time worrying about which line we cross and when. Because if you just follow your heart and stay true to yourself, you can do anything you put your mind to. You can touch the clouds, and never have to look back.