Excerpt from Awkward Truths: Beyond the dogmas of science, religion and new-age philosophies (page 13):
Steaphen Pirie, copyright 2004 wrote:if by perfection we mean a state that cannot be improved upon, then we must accept that such a state cannot change. Any change could result in a fatter, uglier, less perfect state. So we’d have a changeless state of what ... of stillness, stagnation, unending mind-numbing greyish sameness?One could write a whole book on the silliness of perfection, and that of science, religion and new-age, and politics ...
Hell’s bells.
Besides, in being perfect, there’d be no stuff-ups (imperfections) in the grand scheme of things. No-one could get it wrong, or be inharmonious in the least. No surprises. Perfect predictability – we’d know all future football scores for the rest of eternity. As explained earlier, we’re on a hiding to nothing if we think that’s going to be much fun.
But look, let’s assume we do get into this exalted state of perfect bliss and oneness at some point in the future. Just exactly how are we going to change from imperfection to perfection? At what exact point do we change from wherever we are (and whoever we are) to enter and become this supreme state? How long does it take to cross the threshold into this realm? If we’re halfway into perfection, are we half-perfect? Two-thirds of the way? How about ¾ of the way? Okay, how about if we’re 99.99999% there? Not quite, perhaps? What about 99.99999 ... to an infinite number of decimal places? Surely we’d be perfect then? Still not?
You see, no matter how far we go, or how fast we run toward perfection, it’s still just as far away.1 That’s the nature of perfection ... it’s always beyond whoever we happen to be, and wherever we happen to be. In other words, if you’re going to be perfect, you’ll have to be infinitely good ... and infinitely knowledgeable. Thus, God, being perfect (better Him than us, that’s for sure) is supposed to know everything – He’s gotta know an infinity of stuff, all before breakfast, no less. Talk about cramming and soggy cornflakes ... and all the while without any entertainment.
What’s more, we might expect that this working toward perfection (aka the infinitely good) could get a bit tiring. And just think, when we finally get there after an eternity (since infinity takes that long to get there), no jokes, surprises or entertainment.
So here’s a tip: if you find yourself being spruiked with the promise of absolute happiness, divine bliss, enlightened oneness or even perfect sex ... run away, quickly (well okay, maybe after the sex).
When you start digging into the idea of perfection, you find that it’s got a hell heaven of a lot to answer for ... like how it encourages the silliness of celibacy and detachment. And how it encourages guilt, shame and violence (never feeling good enough – a side effect of believing in perfection while not being perfect – predisposes not the odd few towards thumping others who remind them of such).
It also encourages drug dependency, which is merely the artificial means of achieving what we’re inherently capable of anyway, but don’t believe we’re capable of because ... we’re not good enough ... because we’re not perfect.
It also encourages a shipload of silliness concerning the sexes.
Hang on a minute, someone already has