I think the thing about perfection is that it doesn’t exist. So either the perfect sentence is a sentence without words, or a sentence with all the words in all the languages arranged in such an order that the truth is revealed through them.
Revelation comes to you through one of two ways. You can sit and wait for it to come to you, for revelation is not a beast easily tamed; or you can blatantly make shit up and hope no one can tell the difference. In the end, the result is the same.