How did humans come up with the words 'infallible' and 'perfect' if there is no such thing as that in the world?
I had become cynical- at first, I scorned humankind for such a thing.
But when I turned and looked, with humbled eyes, now I see humankind knows he is not perfect. He does not often pretend to be either, knowing what a failure he is. But he still thirsts and longs for it, however unattainable it may seem.
And so if there is no such thing as perfection- if this world were as good as it could ever get; if it were the 'normal', only way to live- how could we have come up with this term perfection?
Surely it must exist?
And there must be something implanted deep in us humans that makes us want to be perfect.
If this life is truly who we're meant to be- a rowdy, dirty, proud bunch of people, why do we still have such great aspirations for improvement? Surely those thoughts must have come from something bigger and better? Or us- noobs- would not know any better- wouldn't know anything greater than who we are.
Well, even though I wont' find perfect, I know I'll find perfect for me, in your plans.
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