"I spit on perfection. Perfection, after all, implies that you've reached the summit. No trial and error. No ability to conceptualize; an omniscient being would have no need for these things. For people who dabble in science, perfection would render us obsolete. Many magnificent things have been, and will come into existence and yet every last one of them will fall short of perfection's line. Our function, as men of science, relies on their many shortcomings. Then and only then can we apply our fruits of labour."