The perfect being, was it?
There is no such thing as perfect in this world
That may sound cliché, but it’s the truth
The average person admires perfection and seeks to obtain it
But, what’s the point of achieving perfection?
There is none. Nothing. Not a single thing.
I loathe perfection, never strive for it
If something is perfect, then there is nothing left
There is no room for imagination
No place left for a person to gain additional knowledge or abilities
For scientist, perfection only brings despair
It is their job to create things more wonderful than anything before them, but never to obtain perfection
A scientist must be a person who finds ecstasy while suffering from that antinomy
In short, when you say you’re perfect, you had already lost the battle
