Perfection
It's such a trivial thing. It's so silly of human beings to want it. Ever since humans learnt of Heaven and Enlightenment. Whatever we as people choose to believe in. Perfection has always been what humans desire. As though it's hardwired into our DNA, swirling in the spiral of our code. The irony of it is, we'll never really gain perfection. It doesn't exist. Not to say Heaven doesn't or that Enlightenment either. It's something we were born as, Imperfect creatures. Imperfect creatues who strive for perfection. Thats the irony of it. And its beautiful.
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