The perfect being, huh? FUCK! There is no such thing as perfect in this world That may sound cliche, but it's the truth, Damn Truth! If something is perfect, then there is nothing left There is no room for imagination No place left for a person to gain additional knowledge or abilities. Do you know what that means? Perfection only brings despair It is our job to create things more wonderful than anything before them, Before them But never to obtain perfection We must be a person who finds ecstasy while suffering from that antimony The average person admires perfection But, what's the point of achieving perfection? There is none. Nothing. Not a single thing In short, the moment that foolishness left your mouth and reached my ears, you had already lost Too much sanity may be madness and maddest of all to see life as it is All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, This madness can be saving it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt Without it, no species would survive!