I love humanity because of our imperfections.
I love it because it is the great equalizer, it levels the plane.
Our lives are guided by trying to obscure our imperfections, trying to step on the head of another human being..trying to deny our humanity, trying to attain a constantly fleeting feeling of being perfect.
But it doesn't matter..whether it's physical..if you're too short, too tall, too wide, too slim, squinty eyed, bug eyed or if it's mental..you're too slow, too fast, too smart, too dumb. The opinion of one doesn't necessarily match the opinion of another, how can all be agreed on what's perfect? There cannot be an agreement.