Who is perfect? No-one I know. And me.
Do we have a duty to try, if not to be perfect, then to at least be honest? Truth.
Truth is a black cat who knows he wants food. A singing bird with a voice that echoes inside you. A rainstorm that passes by. The real world is true.
Truth and perfection are just words, But it is the actions we do to try and produce them that count.
We are real too.