Listening to my 87 years old father and his young 65 years old ex-colleague talking about the evolvement of different textile machineries in their days. I come to realize that imperfection is our perfect world. All humans did and will do is to keep on improving but never reach perfection.What has always made the state a hell
on earth has been precisely that man
has tried to make it his heaven.
------- F. Holderlin
Imperfect as it is, as we see in others is actually in us. As imperfect as who we are, it is so perfect.
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