Perfection is the enemy of good enough
“Perfection is the enemy of good enough.”
Enough to satisfy most people other than lawyers and the kind of child[1] who, when writing postcards to his grandparents, addresses it thus:
Grandma Contrarian,
24 Argumentative Road
Whingeing
Essex EX4 5FU
England
United Kingdom
The World,
The Solar System,
The Western Arm, Milky Way
The Local Group,
The Virgo Supercluster,
The Pisces–Cetus Supercluster Complex,
The Observable Universe,
The Whole Universe including the unseen bits including all forms of Dark Matter and/or Dark Energy,
The Multiverse[2]
Wait does it just stop at the Multiverse? Isn't that a little implausible? Wouldn't all those bubbles of froth be inside yet another infinitesimal bubble, in a sea of infinitesimal bubbles of froth?
If you like this you should try everything else Voltaire wrote while you’re at it. He’s a scream. Start with Candide.