devil's details

I once thought that I was a perfectionist.

But there's such a sad connotation associated with those sort of people. The obsessive. The anal retentive. The sticklers for every little thing. They sound like an awful bore. The fact of the matter is that I am hardly a perfectionist. In fact I don't believe in the possibility of perfection. I know I organize things in ways others do not. And I expend much energy manipulating the world toward certain end.

I am a man of details. As that old idiom goes, the devil is in the details. That's where I find my truth. One thing distinguishes itself from another from its accumulation of finer points.

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