Perfection is Overrated.

If you haven't picked up on it already, I have a bit of an obsession with the origin of the universe. So here's another aspect of it.

In his documentary Into the Universe with Stephen Hawking, professor Hawking says three powerful words: Perfection doesn't exist. (What did you think it was?) It's easy enough to see that in real life, but a better way to say it on our level is that perfection is highly subjective. And in my case, it is also overrated. Let me explain.

We think our beautiful universe is perfect (kudos to you if you don't). But the reality is far from it. Heck, the things we think are so beautiful and awesome - the Pillars of Creation, the Whirlpool Galaxy, the Horsehead Nebula, to name a few - are results of a deep imperfection in the making of our universe. Which brings us back to the mother of all beginnings.

With the moment of creation came a huge (and I mean huge) burst of energy; energy that would later be converted to matter (oops.  Spoiler alert.). But this energy was uniformly distributed. It would take 10^-35 seconds to get closer to the composition of the present-day universe.

After that moment, the Universe started expanding  faster than the speed of light (no, it does not violate any laws of physics). This expansion rendered the energy distribution of the universe uneven: dense in some places, not so much in others. The denser places became the matter we see today.

Imagine if this hadn't happened, if the aforementioned "inflation" hadn't messed with the energy distribution. If the universe had remained...perfect. In equilibrium, and gravity would never be allowed to take over. Here are three more powerful and scarier words to describe what would happen:  We wouldn't exist.

 Basically, this entire post can be summed up in one sentence: if the universe was perfect, we wouldn't exist. So why do we go nuts for some weird form of perfection which, in the end, only makes sense to us? Why do that word, its usage, its synonyms and antonyms even exist in our languages and our minds?

 This is deep. This is rhetorical, and I fail to present an answer. All I know for certain is that perfection is overrated.