There is this feeling called perfection, Some might remember. We could say that this feeling of perfection in the world of music, poetry and arts abounds. People listen to a piece of music, read a poem or come into contact with some art form and often experience indescribable feelings, Perhaps perfection may be there.
If we think about it, we can find here a new avenue in town. The concept of perfection thus suddenly takes on new valences. Here is what can happen when we are in close contact with the forces of creativity.
We take this notion of perfection as a feeling very intimately, A long lesson still in its infancy. These kind of lessons are like ointments that keep the machine running, Inexhaustible sources of creative material. The concept of perfection as a feeling in itself is a prime raw material for high quality creative work.
Sometimes we spend ages trying to reach dry land only to realise in the end that all we had to do was wait for the wind to come. Life teaches us over and over again that there is a moment for everything. The secret is to be able to understand and respect the very nature of each moment.
This is the moment of sound in our life. We listen to the captured textures of our synergetic guitar and voice duet and couldn't feel happier. We could stay like this endlessly, "experientiating" such a feeling of fullness and completeness, Simply perfect.
Imperfection after imperfection after imperfection after imperfection. How many sleepless nights trying to go further, trying to grasp that sensation closer to the intended feeling. Don't let them tell you that it is an impossibility.
The tangible possibility of perfection is a liberating force of undeniable proportions. We hear the multiple versions of the song and they all sound perfect with all their imperfections. There is no perfection out of its very own imperfection.