||[Mar. 23rd, 2004|09:47 am]
Parsifal achieves the Grail and the burden of perfection is too much for him to bear. He disappears in a puff of magnesium smoke. And the poor love was still a virgin. What kind of a life is that?|
Perfection is stasis, is death. Nothing that exists in time can be perfect. There will always be something more that can be added to it.