“What is important, I think, is to feel that something is real. I feel that “sloppy” things are real. If I were asked “Why?,” though, I could only reply, “Because that's who I am.” I suppose I could puff myself up and say “Because the world is a sloppy place, that's why.” This world is half-baked, half-assed, all Buddhist “impermanence” - such that when you say this, it is really that, and when you think you have it here, it is over there. So yes, all that we know for sure is that we are always in the process of change. So what happens when the world changes? Well, the world is going to end, of course. So there you have it, that's why I want to continue to be half-baked and half-assed. People are born sloppily, are treated sloppily, go on to die sloppily - we are the king of sloppy. What about human life, “a person's life is worth the weight of the world,” you think, but a stupid-ass war comes along and life is easily lost and its worth re-calculated irresponsibly there on the spot. If you try to attain perfection, you’ll just be fooled. Deceived by others, by yourself, by your body, by time, by the world, you’ll just be fooled. If you see a joyous person saying “Perfect…!” you can go ahead, kick his knee in from behind…”