The white blackbird exists, but it is so white that it cannot be seen, and the black blackbird is only its shadow.
~ Jules Renard, Journals
Platonism is more than the instinct that things might be better. It’s the insistence that in fact they are better: it’s just that things at their best are invisible. This becomes a handy notion, allowing me to claim the superlative qualities of the ideal person I imagine myself to be, while still allowing me, when I fail in one respect or another, to blame my shadow.