The perfect being, huh?
There is no such thing as perfect in this world
That may sound cliche, but it's the truth, Damn Truth!
If something is perfect, then there is nothing left
There is no room for imagination
No place left for a person to gain additional knowledge or abilities.
Do you know what that means? Perfection only brings despair
It is our job to create things more wonderful than anything before them, Before them
But never to obtain perfection
We must be a person who finds ecstasy while suffering from that antimony
The average person admires perfection
But, what's the point of achieving perfection?
There is none. Nothing. Not a single thing
In short, the moment that foolishness left your mouth and reached my ears, you had already lost
Too much sanity may be madness and maddest of all to see life as it is
All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange,
This madness can be saving it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt
Without it, no species would survive!

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