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The
quest for perfection is probably in most of humans especially if one is so
called ‘talented’. The artist, the designer, the professional whatever’s and
the amateur may aim for perfection. Certainly our bodies do and most ascribe to the best of their ability.
I
have known the seekers for perfection and myself being one of them. Sometimes I
feel I cannot possibly do something better, it is my best and most perfect, and
yet after a while the challenge comes in, like a child loosing its fascination
and interest in the new toy, the gadget of the adult and the novelty of the thrill
and adventure and ever seeking the new, the pioneer, the explorer, the
entrepreneur all seeking more and more for differing reasons.
Imperfection
can have the challenge to raise the efforts to obtain and gain perfection.
Maybe they are the two sides of the coin, like yin and yang, chaos and order and so
on.
I
like the philosophy of certain gardens deliberately designed to leave one
to the fact that displays placements that seem imperfect and out of place,
incongruous and of course this is relative to one’s beliefs and cultural
upbringing. One person’s incongruity
perception is another’s congruity so to speak.
However
there maybe a unity or harmony in diversity that a balance between the odds and
ends, the chaos of seemingly randomness can coagulate into a seeming harmonious
relationship this may mean the letting go of prompting or pre-empting the
solution and a sort of non focussed contemplation so that the favoured
programmes, the set patterns are temporarily suspended and the wider unconscious
roaming allows the randomness and seemingly uncoordinated and unrelated
material to gel into some sort of or semblance of a recognisable harmony and
unity that would have previously been aborted and rejected.
Perhaps
from the silence and thought suspended relaxed contemplation and taking
imperfection as merely a programmed agenda brought about by life highways and
byways, cultural and religious brain washing which give way to inspiration
rather than logic and it makes sense, that the imperfect leads one to suspend
the ordinary and lead one to the new and pristine on the road to perfection
which always after holding it tightly, clasping its security because it is the
known and maybe even uncomfortable with it, one may reluctantly release the
grasp of the tight rope and float in the sea of unknowing and come to the
understanding that perfection is unobtainable yet the drive to obtain it is the
tool and technique to at least urge one on to endeavour to reach the
unreachable.
Perhaps
this called evolution and the Universe is also searching for perfection and
keeps its cyclic rhythm’s in endless reincarnations and wrestles and tussles
within itself in order to wriggle free from its endless repetitive programmes
and to break free into new and fresh pastures. Perhaps this is happening and in
our short lives death takes its toll or liberation and yet if we subscribe to
reincarnation we repeat the same old same old and perhaps the innate
intelligence will awaken in and on one of these cycles and we find the imperfection
and recognise it and seek the new hoping this will be the last round and find
utter peace and security with well being and say at last I have found
perfection.
There is another facet to this; some may let go and suspend perfection / imperfection, chaos and order, yin and yang, night and day and see this as the cause of both imperfection and perfection and they are the interplay of the opposites and realise they are not polar opposites but complementaries and each is born out of the other. Yet at the very centre the very hairbreadth of the crossover is the non descriptive awareness, the emptiness in which all is and was and will be, the fount of creation, the Source Of Life which maybe non dual and seeks duality to compliment it.
I
wonder does God go through this as well?
Perhaps the Almighty is seeking perfection in the endless creation and
is dissatisfied with the creation and at times clears the board somewhere and
takes the building blocks of creation to fashion a new galaxy, a new dimension
and so on until HESHE/SHEHE realises its an eternal game and that change is inevitable
and imperfection leads to perfection and vice versa. And perhaps this a mind game and another illusion, a dream that comes from somewhere and fades into nowhere and is forgotten till another dream arrives from the nowhere of the everywhere.
SHACK
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