On Perfection

The Benevolence of the Universe is that it is the foundation of all existence.

That the universe is so marvelous and wondrous that matter and life forms in all their varied glory exist as far as the eye can see, as far as the ear can hear, as far as one can think. Existing in ways which add splendor to each other's existence.

The infinitude, and splendor, of the universe is its benevolence and its perfection.

I exist in this universe as a flesh and blood body, aware and conscious. And miracles don't come bigger than this.

Existence is the miracle, the implicit is the profound.

I, as matter made aware, am completely safe in this universe, as old age, disease and death is just a modification of matter, and is as well a part of this perfection. This particular body will disintegrate in due time, just as it formed as an agglomeration over the last few decades, and only "I" in my perversity seek to preserve myself as this body and as "me" for all eternity. It is not required.

Survival is not the be all and end all of human life. Death is not the calamity that "I" fear. Death and Disintegration is part of perfection.

As the illusory world of "me" and "my feelings" feels threatened, a fellow human being can pursue a path of mayhem, misery, malice, malevolence, murder, malignance, meanness and mordacity directed at another fellow human being.

And in such a field of aggression, the life of this body can be extinguished, the sustenance of this body can be looted, the security and comfort of this body can be attacked and destroyed, the limbs can be chopped off, the head bashed, the arms broken, the legs fractured, the toenails taken out, the face slapped, the jaw broken, the teeth smashed, the hair pulled out, the back whipped, the viscera pumped with bullets and knives, the body jailed and tortured, and killed...

And still...

That the universe is so marvelous and wondrous that matter and life forms in all their varied glory exist as far as the eye can see, as far as the ear can hear, as far as one can think. Existing in ways which add splendor to each other's existence.

And still...

The blue azure of the sky continues to shine in its brilliance, the earth continues in its stillness around the sun, the stars continue to sparkle in the endless dark of the night, and matter, right from the largest of constellations to the myriad atoms, continues to exist in the perfect stillness of this moment.

Peace to all, May all Beings be extinguished, and with it all suffering, all malice, all the impediments to freedom and to the experiencing of perfection in this life-time, on this earth, as this flesh and blood body.