PERFECTION I might correct for the spider the unimportant inconsistancies in the construction of his web, designing for him the perfect web-archetype: but it is the inconsistency, the unexpected response to each small exigency betrayed by his work, that I most admire. I might correct to a ten-thousandth part of an inch, with the precision of an engineer, the Chinese vase which is noticeably lacking in perfect symmetry: but it is in the frailness of humanity seen behind the skilful but fallible hands of the potter that I most admire. I might seek a perhaps find, the most perfect human being who could serve as a model for my life and for all the world: but it is the imperfection in practise of each living creature that means most to me. Perfection is a state of mind and as such is not possible of physical attainment. Instead, in everday life we have good reasons for avoiding it.