Gustavain laughs softly and before he can help himself says,
"I feel like you and Hermes would get along," he sobers a moment later, looks up to the sky with a worried expression because... well, how much of this world is actually connected to his? He still hasn't been able to discern if this is all causally linked now after all or not. And even just with a few short days to meet and know him, he realizes only after he says that that he genuinely thinks of Hermes as he is now, even after everything he saw in Hyperboriea. Even now, even knowing, it's hard to summon up any ill-will. He just wished it were possible to reach across the space between people even more easily than he's always seemed to.
He turns his thoughts from that, puts it aside the same way he does a lot of things, to be looked at later, and holds his hand up to the sun, letting the light fall through his fingers while he concentrates on the now.
"It's hard to fault someone for striving for an ideal," he points out, "or for wanting to create something worthy of accolades and helpful to ones fellow man, both. If the perfection your peers are striving for is absolute perfection, then I think you're right-- the interest in perfection there is more the pursuit of the perfection than the finished object and the finished object is... a bit boring, I'd say. But there's also perfection in the eyes of the creator. Perhaps a flaw is deliberately introduced for a reason. Then the object would still be "perfect" in that it adhered to the ideals of it's creator precisely how it's creator intended."
He looks over at Thanatos, partially through the flowers, smiles,
"But even that wouldn't account for art, music. There's beauty in the technical execution of things, but even a piece that was played the same way every time would incite different emotions in the listener. As soon as there's any subjectivity in interpretation, 'perfection' seems like a ridiculous concept."
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Date: 2022-01-08 09:52 pm (UTC)"I feel like you and Hermes would get along," he sobers a moment later, looks up to the sky with a worried expression because... well, how much of this world is actually connected to his? He still hasn't been able to discern if this is all causally linked now after all or not. And even just with a few short days to meet and know him, he realizes only after he says that that he genuinely thinks of Hermes as he is now, even after everything he saw in Hyperboriea. Even now, even knowing, it's hard to summon up any ill-will. He just wished it were possible to reach across the space between people even more easily than he's always seemed to.
He turns his thoughts from that, puts it aside the same way he does a lot of things, to be looked at later, and holds his hand up to the sun, letting the light fall through his fingers while he concentrates on the now.
"It's hard to fault someone for striving for an ideal," he points out, "or for wanting to create something worthy of accolades and helpful to ones fellow man, both. If the perfection your peers are striving for is absolute perfection, then I think you're right-- the interest in perfection there is more the pursuit of the perfection than the finished object and the finished object is... a bit boring, I'd say. But there's also perfection in the eyes of the creator. Perhaps a flaw is deliberately introduced for a reason. Then the object would still be "perfect" in that it adhered to the ideals of it's creator precisely how it's creator intended."
He looks over at Thanatos, partially through the flowers, smiles,
"But even that wouldn't account for art, music. There's beauty in the technical execution of things, but even a piece that was played the same way every time would incite different emotions in the listener. As soon as there's any subjectivity in interpretation, 'perfection' seems like a ridiculous concept."