A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, and the cracked pot was only half full when the water bearer arrived. For two years this went on daily. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its perfection to which it was brought. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of...