Human Being, perfect after its kind. This is a loose translation of what the bible says. When we look at ourselves and our lives, this is a nonsensical statement: we don’t feel perfect after our kind, we feel flawed, our lives don’t work, or at least not the way we want it, our bodies don’t work the way we envision perfection. So what’s up with that statement? How can it be true and so wrong at the same time