In this world of passing time, perfection is a ceaseless integration and transcendence of the imperfection inherent in all things created. Temptation is the futile -- and inevitably -- painful attempt to avoid the disturbance of having to experience this imperfection inherent in one's own temporal self; and so (it is) an endless struggle born of identifying with -- and then acting upon -- an insidious false belief: that one's sense of feeling incomplete can be resolved by obtaining, or otherwise acting out whatever the opposite is imagined as the solution to this suffering.