Imperfect Perfection.

Some of the most beautiful music I've heard is not perfect.
Like a note sung slightly too high.
Or an intake of breathe too audible in a vocal track.
Or one pizzicato-ed note just out of time.
In fact, without the little hiccups that are barely detected, the song would somehow not be as perfect.
You know what I mean?


So it is, I believe, with our relationships.
It is in the imperfections of our own characters...
... and the imperfections in which we interact with each other
that we are made some kind of perfect whole.

Thus the idea of community.
Thus the idea of love.