Perfection

Midsemester starts today with me perched in one of my favorite brooding moods.

If there was a perfect man;
If there was a perfect woman;
If there was a perfect place;
If there was a perfect weather;
If there was a perfect society;
If there was a perfect friend;
If there was a perfect teacher;
If there was a perfect time;
If there was a perfect enemy;
If there was a perfect ignorance;
If (at all) there was a perfect death;

Let's combine the above employing them as our basis functions in what I term as the Falcon space;

The perfect man and the perfect woman had a perfect son with whom they lived in a perfect place with a perfect weather in a perfect society where they had perfect friends and perfect teachers.

At the perfect time the perfect enemy knocked at the gate, whoever died, died a perfect death. As to who lived, there was a perfect ignorance.

Thus were born the two axioms;

Knowledge is always imperfect;
Truth is always imperfect;

I do admit that this blog might be perfectly imperfect too :)