Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
poliphilo

Parsifal

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.
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