“Describe your perfect cup of coffee,” she said. I thought she was kidding but she wasn’t. I thought about it a while and then the writer in me, Mr. Word Expert, tried to verbalize it. When I was finished and had failed miserably she said, “It only gets worse when you go into it further. Try to describe what you think is the perfect cup of coffee, or the perfect girlfriend, meal, dog, car… whatever. You can only recognize perfection when you see it, but you can’t describe it even if it’s sitting right in front of you. Trying to find the right vocabulary to describe the qualities of something perfect is like trying to hold water between your fingers.