“O happy fault, O necessary sin of Adam!” ~Exultet, Easter Vigil
A life-coach told me, “You’re perfect right now.” I tried it out, but it was boring. My imperfections delight me more.
Why would a teacher evoke the concept of “perfection” at all, unless still unconsciously motivated to seek some status, some finished state? Who wants to be finished?
God is perfect. God is one. To be perfect, we must all be alike. But God creates me to be like no one. Therefore, God commands me to abandon perfection.
So here I fall, thanks be to God, a sloppy fractaled measureless spill from above, into the ocean of my blessed flaws.
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