There is no good and bad, only balance and imbalance. Ironically, that balance is not purely symmetrical, but in the ratio of 1:1.618. It is in that discrepancy wherein lies beauty.
The perfect may be the enemy of the good, but good lies somewhere between obsession and mediocrity.
Good is good enough for the good enough, but not nearly good enough for the obsessed.
Beauty may defy function; function, defy beauty. Underlying all contradiction, though, is fascination, infatuation, fixation, mania . . . obsession.