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September 2010
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Missing Left Sock Beast [userpic]
The Disease called Perfection

I have it. You've probably got it. This is hard reading, but worth it.

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One response I’ve been cultivating in myself is to remember, whenever someone uses the term “perfect”, that perfection only exists in highly abstract fields like mathematics, and any other use of the term is just hyperbole.

Even in mathematics, is anything perfect? (Not being sarcastic, I honestly don't know.)

In pure math, sure. π is the relationship between the circumference of a circle and its diameter; that’s a form of perfection. But you can’t draw a perfect circle in the physical world; whatever you use to draw it is made up of bumpy atoms. The mathematical formulae for the shapes of the Pythagorean solids are perfect, but the contents of your dice bag aren’t.

Thank you for posting this! I never would have seen it otherwise and today was the PERFECT (HAHAHA) day to forward it to some ladies that I care about.