tonights events brought the fraze nothing is perfect to mind, and I discovered that it in fact has two meanings. The first: nothing is perfect in the familiar sense, that as humans, all that we encounter throughout our existence is in some way flawed, hence the fraze nothing is perfect. The second, witch I thought of in the course of my walk home from work is that the only thing that is perfect is nothing, because if nothing is present there is no room for flaw, so, nothing, is perfect. So, in the end, if there isn't a god and a heaven, witch I doubt there is, then in death all of our lives, or un-lives will be perfect. Food for thought. Farewell and goodnight.