I just finished the ten books I'm bringing as gifts to my book group Christmas get together. I probably wasn't as careful with them as I was with the batch of BCD books I made, but they're passable, bordering on nice. It makes me think about perfection . My initial thought is that mass production excludes perfection. This isn't what I've been taught. The assembly line provides, in a sense, mastery, at each stage. So, then, was it because my project involved so many jobs that I did none of them with precision? Multiplicity in tasks produces boredom, followed by disinterest, followed by deterioration of the product?
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