Worshiping Mary Stuart Masterson since 1987.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Not enough of the Perfect
I wonder if it's too much to expect perfection.
If you look too closely, you'll always see blemishes.
Even if an acceptance that everything is fundamentally flawed may keep you sane, there's a strange perverse pleasure, in finding something that's perfect.
Even for an instant.
Would the knowledge that such a thing existed, make life worth living?
I hope so.
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