Part I

It is the flaw that allows us to be. There is no other reason for anything to happen but when there are irregularities. Nothing outlives perfection. When there is no flaw, there is no reason to search. When it all comes together at a central point that is exactly the same in all directions outward, where is there to go? What is there to discover? Perfection is an absolute. Perfection is the end state of it all.

Perfection is the crystalline structure, infinitely reflecting, forever and ever, upon itself. And once attained, all else ceases. Purpose is solved for. Place, time and thought are of such little consequence as to be equivalent to zero. There is no reason because there are no causes. There is no truth because there are no falsities. Perfection is, no pun intended, a perfect hell.

But from such potential amazing, come all else, all else that is. The reverberation of the perfection. The in calculable process. The movement across the barrier from to exact to inexact. It is this moment, when the answer to the equation is in doubt, from whence all that we can comprehend comes. It is from this variance, this ripple, this point of ultimate pressure whereupon the system breaks down and the beast breaks free. As if the firework in the sky, energy bounding away from the fight and then exploding to create and become as if it were its own.

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The flaw is the beauty. It is where all comes from. It is what matters.

…more to come