When I was a kid my mother told me that nothing is perfect. I said yes, there is. What? she asked. I thought for a second and said, a perfect mess. She thought that was pretty funny. So I would say that somethings can be perfectly average, a perfect 50th percentile.
Nothing under the Sun is perfect and average is a moving target making the two put together something not quantifiable. Like 3.5 children, not so much a stark reality average as statistical concept/idea. Perfection itself is a concept.
This post was edited by O-uknow at September 23, 2017 7:06 AM MDT
