“Of truth and perfection”

How perfect can we be, I wonder? With such frail bodies corruptible by earthly forces, our thoughts mold such truths into one delusional reality, that we are atop the animal kingdom, that we are supreme. What is perfection anyway when there’s nothing much to compare to? Maybe for us, perfection is such a state of positive extreme that our minds can compensate to comprehend. This physical world brainwashed us. I guess it’s hard to escape such natural aspect in us which evolution, in time, changed us into. Our concepts of perfection adjusted itself to our state, to our pathetic, grotesquely uncivilized state.