An illusion.

Perfection, as a means to balance, is only at a glance when one gives up on paying attention to details.

When one accepts the error, the mistake, without loosing the ability to realize there is harmony in the whole. Instead of focusing in the dictatorship of the detail.

Minutiae is a great exercise. But only that.

A path.

A way to knowing that there is a unique beauty in errors.

Which is, of course, more important than the vain attempt of achieving something that even the gods failed.

Looking at the whole and seeing it perfect, symmetric, balanced.

When, in truth, it's just harmonious.

And knowing that's enough