Absolutely perfect. Without flaw. Cannot possibly be better or in any manner improved upon.

And while I don t lie very often, be assured all the above is (near) perfect lies. Anyone who pursues the total illusion of perfection beyond a practical standard is only a fool in pursuit of mythology.

Perfect is a single word paradox. If we can agree that a paradox is a statement of fact that is self-contradictory, then it follows that when one declares that something is perfect, one also announces (advertises) his perfect ignorance.

I could write about perfect or perfection for awhile, but then, I d be making a perfect idiot of myself. Perfect is simply a seven-letter word which is too often substituted for such terms as: Good enough as it is , That will do for now , and many more too numerous to repeat.

In a petrochemical plant in South Louisiana, are some positive displacement piston pumps that are operated by some larger pistons which are activated by steam. These things are huge. As I recall, (mid-seventies, last century) the flywheels on these steam driven engines are some 12 to 16 feet in diameter and weigh tons. Not a single one is perfect, but if still functioning, they have been in operation since before the beginning of the second world war. In near total silence (compared to ordinary machinery of comparable power) those steam-driven pumps have been piston-whipping their diesel-looking product out through production line pipes for near seventy years! And no, they re not...