Though human perfection does not exist, Homo sapiens is imbued with the evolutionary drive to seek perfection in all things. Perhaps this impulse is linked to the survival instinct which pushed our species to hunt for the best food, partners, comrades and environments.
There is tension inherent in this search, for ultimately, one must make a choice. Certain choices are crucial, and will resound in our lives for decades. Other choices are simpler; which sunflower, which artichoke, which peach shall we select?
Such are the small, weightless pleasures of summer, when there is an abundance of nearly perfect produce to enjoy.
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