Perfection, maybe it's the ultimate tease.. a ruler with no boundaries.. it seems as though everyone is created perfectly imperfect.. when the warm fuzzy glasses are cold, scratched, distorted, and discarded.. how does one reconcile all the imperfection? Should one be apathetic, evasive, delusional, confrontational, or perhaps become a groundless ping pong ball? This is all assuming there are perfect cases of coexistense.. yet, if one reconciles all that is backwards and approaches it from the side.. eventually it may move forwards.. transforming the imperfect to perfect.... .... .... an unfinished thought, maybe someone else can finish it.