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I'm hooked.

Just about the point you're convinced that perfection doesn't exist, a person comes along and makes you reconsider.

Just like the concept of perfection itself, it is never truly comprehensible. You approach it with logic but somewhere along the way, you lose all rationality and you engage in a dangerous pursuit of subjectivity and pick up a myriad of constructs while you're at it. When you're face to face with perfection, you really just have a couple of choices.

You can choose to explore it, enumerate the hundreds of ways it became (and retains the quality of being) perfect.. Looking it straight in the eye, you almost can touch understanding. You become an unstoppable set of interrogation looking for retort and it will be too late once you realize it's just futile. You have been consumed by the very concept you we're looking to recover.

Or you could always look from afar, a safe amount of distance from it and enjoy its beauty. Not demanding anything from it, you aestheticize on it's existence gingerly noting every structural component that warrants its incomparable, almost superhuman quality. The distance keeps you safe but the distance also keeps you detached.

Once in a while you encounter a person whose existence can be a good argument for perfection itself. Whether you find yourself consumed or detached, perfection is one concept you will never fully understand nor fully get over. I would just accept that.