Perfection between the Incomplete People are made of small mistakes cast with faults, constructed out of defects, exaggeration and incompleteness. Not one, not among us, that is perfect! Vain would it be to seek picture perfection or search for utter innocence. Daydream that would be, a fading phantom: Man is no compound of wonders. No light shines from within a man, it arises between people; it's the glue that man and woman will bond. Those who trudged along just now, so weak and lonely, full of grace towards love walk on.