I will say this, however:

Each moment is, in some sense, “perfect,” in that all things are sufficient unto themselves.

The great realization–or, rather, experience–that comes with the end of the ego, and the relinquishment of attachments and aversions, is that of perfection.

No matter what happens, there is, behind it all, a glory that outshines all trial and tribulation.

The universe simply is as it is. To appreciate that is to see the world as a work of art.