All is perfect All is whole
Each in its place Nothing extraneous, nothing evil
Existence is not a random cacophony, but a divine symphony
Perfection has infinite room for eternal growth Yet, remains always perfect
You are perfect, you are perfection Even in your imperfection, you are being a perfect expression of imperfection
All is so immaculately perfect that it allows pieces of itself to believe that they are imperfect
If you can't see the perfection then you are standing to close to the picture