PRAISE FOR PERFECTION

This time I'm going to talk about a subject that troubles me a lot because I couldn't see its validity.

I am talking about perfection and I must describe it as it should be, namely, the quality of what is perfect. I am talking about that state which has a quality in the highest degree. And we know very well what quality is, that is, the good or bad matter of a thing.

This subject has been teasing me for a long time, I would like to praise it as I have done so many others, you only have to see how the world around you behaves to realize how perfection is not what it should be.

I could use dozens of examples to show how it is not there when we want it so much. However, this new world we live in forces us to go on the internet to find answers instead of talking to someone. In my case, I'd rather talk than pitch. Time passes and nothing happens. Isn't it a shame?

If it's about my pleasure to talk, as small as it may be, why do I get deprived of it?
As for me, I am far from considering myself perfect and God only knows how much I try to be.

Someone said before me that happiness is not in the search for perfection, but in the tolerance of imperfection. We are spoiled! It's crazy how this word "imperfection" reminds me of Bertrand Russell: "It is better to aim for perfection and miss it than to aim for imperfection and reach it" Salvatore Dali was more direct: "Don't be afraid to reach perfection, you will never reach it".

Is it not surprising that this famous perfection is not part of us. Whereas perfection is far from being a detail. It was Baruch Spinoza who said that man will never have the perfection of the horse. It is necessary to believe that he saw in this animal the highest degree of quality.

It is a fact confirmed by the Korean proverb: "Perfection is a path, not an end".
What saddens me is that if perfection is non-existent, where are man's abilities to perceive it and show it to us?
Perhaps... because according to Gregory Compère, it is not perfection that is non-existent, but the capacities of man to perceive it.

I learned when I was a salesman that we must live each day as if it were our last, and now Marcus Aurelius has come along to remind me that perfection of character insists on spending each day as if it were our last, avoiding restlessness, torpor and hypocrisy.

I would like to ask one question: "Is anyone perfect?
Over time I have developed a somewhat negative attitude, to the point where I believe that "no one is perfect". By no one, I mean a person and I must add that nothing is perfect in this world. By nothing, I mean a thing, no matter what it is.

And to think that I read somewhere that man is the perfection of the Universe. Can it be? When I look at how politicians and businessmen behave, I hesitate to believe it. It was Goethe who said: "He who consciously recognizes his limits is the closest to perfection.