“That’s why I like to listen to Schubert while I’m driving. Like I said, it’s because all the performances are imperfect. A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I’m driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of—that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. And personally, I find that encouraging.”
.Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami
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“… that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect …”
Do you think this is because we as sinners cannot appreciate or even imagine perfection? I am thinking about how we often secretly imagine heaven to be unbearably boring since we can’t do anything “fun.”
That’s interesting that you bring up heaven as not fun as a thought we often have (but as we are older we pretend we don’t, because you know, we’ve just matured that much. Haha, as if). I think Murakami’s perception is quite worldly, and I posted this as an example of how fallen we are that we think perfection can be achieved by imperfection–I guess I should explain the quotes I find interesting huh? Hahahah. Because. I don’t think it’s true–sure it’s a “type” of perfection, but as Christians, we know that any type of perfection outside of God, is, well, imperfect. And knowing that, I think we, as sinners, can appreciate and imagine somewhat, what perfection is, precisely because we are not. I say somewhat, because salvation is a work in progress, but I also say can, because God dwells in us. :]