Thanks for noticing that I try to allow people their own perspective. I’m not always as good at it as I’d like (I have an opinionated streak in me that I’m trying to moderate a bit), but I honestly endeavor to put myself in their shoes before I zip off a reply. I am also the first person to admit that I know absolutely nothing and most of what I write and say is just, at best, an educated guess. Once I get rid of the educated bit, I should be much further along on the road towards understanding.

As far as adding to the quality factor, well… let’s just see what everyone says after I am gone. That would be the true test of my contribution… If I am forgotten, I have done well. If they complain about this arsehole, then I said too much.

Thanks for stopping by N8ey.

J/K – That’s one really cool thing about you, Mick. You have a strong sense of fairness, and you don’t reject something just because it’s different than your own idea. You review it and then decide. And then that’s where it is, you don’t feel it necessary to destroy the idea that conflicts with your own.

If more people were like that, our world would be a better place. Thanks for adding to the quality factor of this species.

It’s having less control that makes it more perfect, wouldn’t you say?

Although — I have to admit that I’d rather that nature’s perchance for imperfection didn’t include the random tossing about of tree pollen this time of year — achoo! :wipes wet and gummy eyes:

We seem to be told that we must strive for perfection in everything. I don’t want to live in a homogeneous, bland world and that’s what the drive for perfection is working towards. What’s wrong with being human and letting the flaws show in our words and our works, art or not?

It was the knitting that gave me the epiphany, when you were discussing the “flaw” in the vest you made for D.

I got to thinking that it is the flaws that make things more artistic — perfection is for machines. I think the world would be a much sadder (or at least monotonous) place if things were done to perfection all the time. I realized, at that moment, that I really dig “imperfection” much more than almost anything else in the world. Perfect art is not art at all, imperfect art is art — dig?

The real imperfection is when we try to make things straight, apply the compass and the square to each thing. Real art is spontaneity.

Those were my thoughts that day and I might not have had them without your help. Thanks