Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it's a product of an assembly line.
Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solitude is the enemy of well-being.
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the ...
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