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Is perfection truly that artificial and intangible a construct?

"Isn't it wonderful to gaze at perfection with your very own eyes? Beauty is transposed, now, to your mind."

"Doesn't it make things alright? The feeling that, after this, things will only get worse? That, you, of all people, are perfection and destruction, all at once- forget liminality. And so is everyone else."

"It's all a matter of perception. Or not. You see what I mean."