Imperfection is the route to lasting longer.
It’s the flaws that attract our attention. Absolute perfection is boring: there’s nothing to examine, nothing to discover. This is true for perfect beauty or the perfect government or the perfect anything - we need the flaws. They make us stronger, keep us alive.
This, of course, is assuming that the imperfections aren’t grave enough to cause everything we’ve ever known to blow up in our hands.
Ripping the flesh. Melting the skin.
Look down and see the white bone shining through the torn muscle.
Ask yourself: what have I done?
— Ryan Ross. The Heart Rate of a Mouse Vol. 2: Wolves vs. Hearts [Book II, Chapter VIII]