way back to perfection

This is the story about a man that was looking for perfection.
He loved shapes, perfect shapes. He loved the way colours came together in shapes and how shapes of different colours paralleled themselves in perfect synchronies. He loved sounds and loved the way sounds came together in perfect strings of notes. He loved, most of all, the aspiration towards perfection of imperfect beings such as himself.
He loved birds as he thought that birds are perfect creatures. Spotless body, spotless cover of feathers for the body. Most of all birds were living perfect creatures, a proof that nature could create perfect creatures without killing them in motionless colour-shape continuums.
Children were also perfect beings into his eyes. Thus children raised the first big existential question into the man that was looking for perfection. Can perfection grow into imperfection? His logic identified, out of this question, the truth that perfection was rather a way back than a way forward. However, his logic could not answer the question that naturally arose: what is the way back to perfection?