Perfection is an artificial concept. The notion of flawlessness misinforms the mind and deludes perception.
In music, perfection denotes a harmonious distance between pitches; in language, it is a tense describing something passed. But in reality, the pursuit of precision is a futile tension.
If practice yields perfection then after all this rehearsal, why is everything still exposed as defective?
Camouflage a failing and become convinced it's non-existent or even that it's an asset. A pretence that all is ideal leads to a mask to conceal delusion.
A sham, after all.
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