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The Perfection of Reality

This morning, I was riding my motorcycle to work when I realized, again, how perfect everything is: the glint of the sun on the edge of my visor, the bumpiness of the road, and the cracks in the tarmac; every single thing, every single detail. I found my attention wandering, looking for something that was not perfect. I discovered internal parts of myself that I would not usually consider perfect, such as anxiety, fear, and frustration, and…