It was a cold morning. Frost bearded the hedgerows.

Thoughts were magnetically sticky suspended within my steamy breath. Most died on the wing. In the end only one remained whole and impertinent: “Today, shall be perfect.”

Perfection is not an abstract notion but a profoundly personal experience that we interpret and embody in our own unique ways.

My brush was loaded with black pigment. I created the perfect line. With imagination, illumination and devotion, I made it mean anything I wanted.

So can you.

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Picture: “Perfection” – By Rod McRiven.
Contributory thinking: The philosophy of perfection

© Rod McRiven 2025