It was a cold morning. Frost bearded the hedgerows.

Thoughts were magnetically sticky, suspended in steamy breath. Most of them withered and died. In the end only one remained intact. An impertinent thought: “Today, shall be perfect.”

What is perfection if not an abstract notion? No matter how the vision, sound or texture is created, it is always a profoundly personal experience, uniquely interpreted.

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

© Rod McRiven 2025