It's all well and good to say that you have to accept an imperfect existence--after all, none of us live perfect lives--but it is a bit rich to be lectured by bunnies as though anyone knows the perfect stopping point in the pursuit of perfection. How is a civilization to know when they've gone too far? Shouldn't we just accept the lemons as they are instead of seeking to improve them?

"Oh no, by allowing little Timmy to walk again after the industrial accident, you have actually upset the delicate Misery Balance of our planet! We're doomed!!"