Perfection is the one of the few things in the world that lingers around once you see it, you experience it. And by this I don't just mean achieving perfection in something, in fact I mean quite the opposite: to be in the presence/audience of someone who, by your own standards, has achieved it.
I went for Jason Mraz live last night, and it was oh, awesome. I'd always heard about Mraz being pretty damn good live, but it didn't quite prepare me for the concert last night. So I wasn't familiar with all the songs, but with Mraz I guess you don't really need to know ALL of them. It was actually perfect, as far as I could tell.
So yes, perfection lingers in different forms for different people. For me it's one of the few things I could describe as "humbing" in a there's a lot you can do in the world kinda way. And it also makes me avoid anything I deem possibly interesting for a while, because the bar has been set so high. I felt that the first time after finishing the Fountainhead, I couldn't get myself to read anything for 6 months, and then after Lisa Smedman's series.
And last night, after Jason Mraz Live, that about sums up how I'm feeling.
Well I suppose well all make our judgement call
Well walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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