Wow, thanks for the picture, Syntax. Very, very cool work, Dertonarm.
Since we're hitting on the subject of "how do we pursue perfection" . . . this is of course a difficult question, both in the defining and the persuing. I think that there are several of us here who are frequently travel on this obsessive road in one way or another, and it seems to be ultimately a reflection of one's concept of their own mortality. And I've always enjoyed how much audio and music parallel each other in this capacity.
But to lighten up a bit (I attended a funeral yesterday), there are always a couple of big obstacles in the pursuit of "perfection", the first of which I'll call the "Hubble telescope phenomonon" . . . where a focus on the tiniest of minute details causes one to completely miss the end goal -- that is, a telescope mirror with an amazing level of polish on a micro-level, and a huge macro-level flaw that goes completely unnoticed. Dertonarm metioned the Eminent tonearm, and I'll use this as an example -- great low friction, but horribly excessive horizontal mass (not to mention dirt-sensitive).
The other common problem occurs with high-budget, limited-production projects. . . where from a true perfectionist standpoint, the contribution of every single design, material, and manufacturing decision must contribute maximally to the performance of the end unit. But the "cost no object" attitude actually can work against this, as there's the temptation simply to throw money at a given problem, because after all . . . what's mere money when perfection (and ultimately immortality) is at stake? And in reality, the assumption frequently gets made that simply because a problem has received great financial attention, that it is therefore solved. Thus, the input of cash has distracted the builders/designers from the required process of analyzing its contribution.
Both of these are what I feel are some of the currents that drive up the cost of our hobby, without necessarily driving up the quality of the experience . . . and that's very much away from what I'd consider perfection to be. As Dylan Thomas said:
The force that through the white thread drives the platter
takes my green dollar; that blasts my bank account
Is my destroyer.