Imagine how it must feel to get something so right that there are no flaws, no deviation from expectations, nothing but pure unadulterated perfection.

Is it even possible?

Is perfection a myth?

Imagine for a moment Beethoven’s original score of his magnificent 9th symphony. Here’s what it looks like:

Perfection would seem to be following every note and notation exactly as written. Perhaps something best left to a machine trained to never deviate from the score.

And yet I doubt that Beethoven’s 9th as rendered by a machine would be perfection. In fact, I’ll bet we’d probably scrunch our faces at what we heard.

Perhaps perfection is like beauty, in the eyes and ears of the beholder.


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