reply to post by backcase
Perfect Love in the form of a perfect Sacrifice from God Himself.
otherwise we could know no perfection
Stop kissing "God"s ass and give me a real answer. What do you know of perfection? You, personally. What do YOU know of perfection? How are you
capable of understanding perfection? Allow me to demonstrate my personal understanding of perfection:
Everything we know about perfection comes from what humankind desires from perfection. What perfect is there in the lack of room for improvement? What
perfection is there in the end of a road? Just existence. Pure existence. Nothing except the enjoyment of no challenges. Without challenge, there is
no triumph. Without triumph, no joy. Without joy, no meaning. And without meaning, no purpose.
Perfection is the same as having no purpose. Is that what you want in life? Is that the goal of our species? To have no purpose because there is no
challenge? Perfection is a prison of stagnancy.
Take this circle, this pixelated circle. It shows that there is no clear cut definition to anything, because it is always comprised of smaller
elements giving shades of nuance to the nature of all that exists. The closer you look, the more you see hundreds of overlapping segments that unite
to create a larger picture from the sum of its definitions. Is a tree just a tree? No, it is an indescribable number of cells dancing in a process
that continually engages in a game of give-and-take with the world around it, interacting with a myriad of varying organisms that work together to
create a masterpiece that people will look at in wonder as the seasons change, that people will sit under for shade, that children will climb and
scrape themselves on, that will provide a perch for a singing bird blessing passersby with its music or the occasional photographer with a memory that
will last for centuries. A tree is not just a tree. It is a learning experience. Just like this circle. It is flawed, and that is what makes it
That's my idea of perfection. Because when perfection is just an end, it provides nothing except a reason to want more. That is your perfection. My
standards allow room for growth, for learning, for life. There is no reason to set my standards at the finish line, because I don't give myself a
finish line. Why race at all? Take a moment to stop and look at that tree. Pick a flower. Say hello to someone. Make a child laugh. We race through
life, never realizing how much we leave undone with every quick step we take.
My perfection gives us a reason to DO more, because it will never be completely finished. An eternity of creation, just waiting for us to notice it.
How's that for perfection?
edit on 5-1-2013 by AfterInfinity because: (no reason given)