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.