Perfection is a myth because love gets better day by day just like wine or perfection is wholesomeness just like a dot is dimensionless, yet a whole in itself. This whole seeks to become yet another whole, isn't it?

Perfection is a myth because love gets better day by day just like wine or perfection is wholesomeness just like a dot is dimensionless, yet a whole in itself. This whole seeks to become yet another whole, isn't it?