What is perfection?
To be alone. To be forever alone, wandering alone in nothingness forever. To never feel again.
It is perfection.
Perfection is simple. Simply everything. Everything, and yet given nothing. To walk in nothingness forever, is to be perfect.
Perfection is to be silent, and loud. It is to show no emotion, yet to feel the world on one's shoulders. It is to never let oneself be enjoyable, or enjoying, yet one cannot be indifferent, for one is perfect, and perfection is pinnacle.
What defines perfection is what defines impossible. Yet, possibility is not perfect, and perfection can stretch and bind itself over the world to form it into something impossible. Therefore it is indeed possible for one to be perfect.
It must be.