You know, I don't know that I would.

[He is thinking about that now. Thinking about all the things he does the most and why he adores them. The good things are wonderful but it's the flaws that make them so real. That make him real as well.]

Without flaw there is no shine. Without imperfection we cannot appreciate the wonder. I don't think I'd ever wish to see a place of perfection for that reason.