It doesn't have to be perfect. It only has to be beautiful enough. On a drive home, I realized that things--art, craft, results, don't have to be perfect. A naive or even inchoate realization, perhaps. I realized that the motions I go through when I drive are not an artful ballet by far, but they are enough to take me home. Shifting gears, breaking, judging distances. All done with relatively little long-term planning. All done without regard to having to stare at it and fix it up. All done without a constant drive (excuse the pun) to perfection. I conduct a series of relatively imprecise physical motions, and the laws of force, momentum, the design and slope of the road, and mechanical elements in my vehicle respond to my orchestra to do the rest. And the end result is a drive that is at least beautiful enough to take me home. In fact, a drive that looked too perfect wouldn't even seem as artful. In the movies nearly missing a tu...
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