The waves of life rise and fall continually. We are lifted up toward the heavens and then we drop again into the depths. The moments when we fall, we feel regret : why could we not remain as we were, a little closer to the Sun, reflecting its radiance, warmed by its rays? And if we have heard something about the perfection of love, harmony and beauty we may ask, ‘Where is the perfection in this loss? Where is the beauty in this sorrow that has turned my light to darkness?’
Perfection means that nothing is lacking, but the more we think about perfection, the wider we must spread our gaze to perceive it. A jewel, for example, may be cut and polished and set most artistically, but it remains incomplete until there is a person to wear it and an admirer to appreciate how the jewel accents the beauty of the wearer. In the same way a piece of music may be perfectly composed, but if there is no singer to interpret it, and no audience to appreciate it, the perfection remains unfulfilled.
Therefore, perfection may not be easily recognisable in a limited view. In the life of an individual person, there may be many moments which might seem ‘imperfect.’ Only when we are able to take the whole life in at a single glance can we recognise the perfection it shows.