Just a little reflection...
Perfection:
There was always something unsettlingly aberrant about the entire process. It is something that I relish with a beautiful thought, but yet, there are times in which I wish it condemned to death. Nevertheless, I cannot deny that it in its wholesomeness exists, simply as it is evident in certain situations. I also cannot deny that it indeed creates about me a great happiness, a certain mood of enjoyment that is thoroughly pure. It is in essence, not a grotesque, but a Perfection; something that I will forever look upon as good. I do not recognize why there would be some who would automatically, in their pre-determined mind set, conceive its evil. Regardless of this fact, I have found moments within when I could not care about anything but what I was feeling at that very moment. There is also the fact of remembrance, and reminiscing about these times of Perfection, and the greater joy of appreciating that it occurred. I must stop, I quake for unknown reasons.