Key to understanding perfection. A perfect pour and an imperfect pour are drinking buddies.
In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ asks, “Are you always searching for the perfect pour?”
Here at ‘humanities’ bar, you can find the ego wasted, the watch of time moving erratic, the hat of mind in charge of the observer, and the eye glasses of perception providing double vision.
Intoxicated souls are more wily than intoxicated patrons.
Belief in perfection is a form of intoxicated ignore-ance.
The key to understanding perfection is found in America’s best dive bars.
Duality gives you different levels of double vision… how long you stay in that bar is your choice.
You can understand the truth behind the labels of perfect and imperfect. Once clarified, they lose their alcoholic proof, flavor, and high price.
Here at the Aero club dive bar, seeing things in the judgment of ‘perfection and imperfection’ tells us that we still perceive from a dual, relative perspective, and that we’re trying to ‘influence, change the world, and make a difference’. These dreams can never be, at least for more than a moment. We can spend our lives trying to change ‘that which will just return’, and it’s OK if we’re aware what we’re doing. The ‘world and universe’ is a tool, one where we’re supposed to encounter our created and temporary distinctions of bad and good, right and wrong, pleasure and pain, beauty and ugliness.
When you’re outside of time, suffering turns into simple discomfort. The raging hangover of suffering, turns into simple pain… curable by a grande carne asada burrito and a few tall glasses of water.
The more ego-wasted we get, the more the party foul belief in perfection becomes a reflection of its ugly cousin ‘imperfection’.
In this state, our slurring is bound to eternally hang out in the bar thinking there’s nothing outside the saloon doors.
On the other hand, as long as we sit on that barstool with one leg in and one leg out of the establishment, it’s clear who placed the order – and what was once called suffering soon is served as nothing but discomfort.
CONSIDERATIONS
It’s fortuitous to stick to definitions of a word that are related to its root. For that’s the intent of using that word… to relate the root. Where definition strays from root, there’s little communication occurring. In those times, we can create a new word to embody our intent.
The word root of ‘per-fect’ comes from the latin, meaning ‘make’.
From just outside the playground of duality, we say, “I make nothing, I create no-thing, yet nothing is left undone’. This ‘place’ is only reached ‘between’ thought.
While bathing in thought, we relish using words and concepts like ‘god’, ‘time’, ‘spirit’, ‘soul’, and ‘time’. Yet words (and their conjured desire source) are spawned by imagination.
We do this because it provides temporary comfort that ‘description’ can get us closer to ‘knowing’, when all it does it create additional deeper reflections through newly created ‘knowledge’. No right or wrong about it, but it’s nice to know we navigate this playground through occasionally shared agreement and consent of imagined distinctions.
All ‘things’ are of the transient nature. Where they ‘begin’ and ‘end’ is up to consent and agreement.
All ‘creation’ occurs from a dualistic point of view, for the very perception of ‘creating’ is transient.
Words such as ‘perfect’ are an attempt to pretend our tentative distinctions are more than a reflection of our game.
And when we accept ‘perfection’ as some-thing more than a convenient ‘thing’, we end up with ‘imperfection’. This engenders attachment to our attention on ‘things’, congealing a template where there are sensations that ‘we do or do not want’. It layers desire over a field where there doesn’t have to be. The vantage of be-ing between ‘thought bubbles’ assists us in becoming sovereign from desire. Desire no longer is an unknown reflection. We choose what we want and do not want, doing so in full awareness that we’re the gatekeeper.
The idea that any-thing is perfect is one that lends credence to perceptive vantage only. It’s like looking at muddy soil and casting judgment upon it, never seeing that the judgment is just a reflection upon ourselves.