: Of course, to assert that your work is always perfect because it always meets
: your standards strikes me as rather a self-centered and narrow-minded
: view. If that's the measure of perfection, then I'd say we live in a
: perfect world.

: Regards, Art (Imitating Life)

Hi Art, got a philosophical George-like conundrum:

Since this small field of reality (one to one correspondence of ones standards with ones work) is confined to that one persons perception couldn't perfection be enjoyed as such? But when that perfection gets translated into a collection of words the "perfection" is null. Kind of like talking about the nature of God. Truly Georges confusion over where he starts and others begin is evident but it's making me wonder about that one hand clap

where does the reflection go when sanding over shiny varnish, going, going,,,,gone. I think its perfect before the varnish goes on.