The origami shi folded the paper and slipped a little bit of his spirit into the folds.

Many, many folds, complicated points emerged, shaped by math and magic.

Then, not careful enough, the paper tore and he sadly paused before continuing.

When it was done he set the horse to stand at the corner of his desk.

It did not cavort or gallop but planted itself there reproaching him his skill.

Art speaking of perfection but in practice falling, failing.