On perfection

Are we, as fallible humans, doomed only to see glimpses of what perfection ought to be and very little else? Is it really impossible to achieve perfection? Perfection could be defined as the highest state of logical reasoning from which all thoughts and actions are derived. Achieving such a heightened state would mean that anything outside the logical realm becomes superfluous, which seems to entail that any random pleasure or activity and even arts would no longer have a place. As humans, we evolve and grow via many forms of interactions, especially the social form. If one was to imagine a perfected society deriving its strive from logic only it appears difficult to find any appeal in the long run because of that very human fear of losing not just that false sense of individuality that makes you believe that you’re somehow ‘unique’ - which helps you in turn to find your existence somewhat meaningful- but also those more random or meaningless activities that greatly feed on social memes. But then that would be overlooking the crutial flaw in such a thread of thought: the activities themselves or interactions are not those to be focused on, it is the use we make of them that matters. Thus, in a perfected world art and other activities cherished by mankind would still have their place, albeit their rightful place at long last in the sense that they would cease to be random or derived from personal interest and instead working toward achieving a greater purpose. In a perfected society, these activities would no longer be random or chaotic in essence and would be in sync with the ideal of perfection as defined earlier to either strengthen it or simply maintain it. And then I wonder: if such activities could be channelled back to become true means to a greater end, wouldn’t art and many other ‘pastimes’ or ‘callings’ become even greater or achieve greater results than anything ever achieved?

It just seems to me that every single person likes to think of themselves as special or different and that in itself is missing the point completely. There is nothing grand or even remotely exceptional about a person. It seems that only the gathering of such persons into what we call ‘humanity’ could ever qualify as unique or grand. The rest belongs to illusion and self-deception and that is why religion was always the most powerful man-made invention of all times. Because it directly feeds our fear to accept that alone a person means nothing and is as random and pointless as that keybord I’m using to type these words- to which I gave a sense of purpose now for I use it to convey my thoughts onto a screen, and the same goes for a person vs “humanity”.

Nowadays the quality of ‘humanity’ is so greatly diminished by that futile individuality need that it almost breaks my heart to see it and still be able to envision how much greater it could be- yet so few people would have the guts to try and make it so much more perfected. All people are full of is words and promises they can’t even keep and as they all play along all I can hear is noise, constant random noise from every direction. Why listen to what people have to say anymore if they are never to go further than the ranting stage?