The Utter Importance of Imperfection

If the Big Bang had been a perfect explosion,
then the universe as we know it would not exist. 

In the next few weeks, I'm going to meet with my co-director Michael so we can start planning out the next 4 episodes of How to Defeat Dudes. Now is my time to reflect on all the things that have gone wrong in the previous shows; all the dialogs that could have been smoother, the jokes that could have had better delivery, the techniques that could have been chosen and explained better, and the editing that could have make those mistakes seem all the more insignificant. 

As much as it pains me to reflect on all of the little things that make the show imperfect, the fact of the matter is, imperfection is simply an inherent part of creation. I remember my good friend Stu saying the same thing about Priest. Even with a budget of $60 million, there were still things that he wished he could have done better and he still felt the confines of his budget pushing up against what he wanted to see done. 

Beyond that, I also feel that these imperfections aren't just inherent in creation, they are inherent for a reason. If there wasn't imperfection (or at least some imbalance somewhere) there would never have been a big bang in the first place. Furthermore, if the big bang had been a perfect explosion, than matter would have been evenly distributed as it expanded outward, and particles wouldn't have begun to collide and clump together forming light, gases, stars, planets, life, and everything else in the universe- including us.

It is imperfection that allows us to love. What is love afterall beyond coming to accept and cherish the imperfections that make us special? Furthermore, if we had a perfect understanding of everyone around us all the time, we wouldn't be able to experience falling in love either. What is that beyond the process of something strange, cold, foreign and initially non-sensical, becoming familiar, warm and understandable? 

It is also imperfection that allows us to be who we are. When I was studying screen-writing, I learned that characters are defined by the decisions that they make within the story. In effect, we are largely a function of our experiences, and our experiences are based upon the decisions we make when we bump up against, well, life's little imperfections. In that respect, imperfection is also what gives us free will. If life was perfect, then there would be no real decisions to make. We wouldn't have the victories that push us forward and give us confidence or the failures that teach us how to cautious. If everything in life went along perfectly, we would never do those horrible things that fill us with regret, and show us how to be better. If we could experience the full scope of the space-time continuum instead of the limited, uni-directional phenomenon we call time, then we could know all that there is to know, but then again once again, we would lose all of the aforementioned. 

I am not writing this in any way to justify the concept of intelligent design, but perhaps this does imply that there are far greater things at work than what we currently understand. Maybe whatever force created the big bang, and made it an imperfect explosion did so not only so that life could come to be, but also so that life could actually live. 

Whether or not all that's the case, there is one thing I can say with certainty: if it hadn't been for each and every one of all the screw-ups, mistakes, and epic failures that I made in the past, I wouldn't be where I am now, or who I am. In that respect, I am grateful for all of them. And while trying to produce a perfect product, show or essay may be next to impossible, it's the process of trying and every so once in a while just barely touching perfection that makes it so incredibly enjoyable...at least most of the time anyway ;)