Give me your eyes I need sunshine

Perfection is not the goal. I just saw one of my favourite bands. At times their appeal to me is unexplainable. Their melodies often alien and discordant. The singers yelp and scream their way through each song. The keys are distorted. The drums shuffle along. Perfection is not the goal. The math doesn’t add up. Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store. You can manufacture a lot of things. There are certain combinations that are greater than their individual parts. This can only be discovered through experimentation.