Perfect
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Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
I want to be able to show people that I have flaws and they have flaws, too. And you know what that means? No one out there is perfect.
Riding a bicycle is the summit of human endeavour — an almost neutral environmental effect coupled with the ability to travel substantial distances without disturbing anybody. The bike is the perfect marriage of technology and human energy.
The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.