Perfection’s existence weighs upon the shoulders of imperfect moments, of imperfect people. To appreciate perfection is to appreciate both itself and its antithesis. Luxury... The concept, both a magnificent and weighty mystery; born not of pure bloodline by the art of selective breeding, but rather by the blood, sweat, and fortitude of those who rise above the weight of its demands, and sit beneath the shelter of its wings every working day.