To be human is to be flawed. Those without flaws are not human. To be alive is to be flawed. How could we be flawed if we were not alive. Perfection is the goal of our spirit. This is because intrinsically all are flawless. How could it be otherwise? Is the universe flawed? How can the infinite be flawed? We are determined by our humanity. Our flaws are determined by our self will. Being flawed results in feelings of guilt, remorse and anger. One might wonder: Why must we be flawed as we are? Who is responsible? What have I done to deserve this? Am I being punished by God?
Variety is the norm of existence. Normalcy is the variant of judgment. For to be normal implies a sort of standard deviation where the most congregate around the mean and those that vary from the mean are progressively more outlandish. But if everything was the same in our selfish existence then how would we find difference? Darwinism determines this variance. One persons deformity is anothers adaptation. Some might say that a blind man and a color-blind man have something in common, blindness, but the hawk would consider us blind too even in all our glory.
The robustness of a species depends on the gene pool and this gene pool enhances the chances for the species survival if it is broad and deep. Such is the nature of the infinite too – all things compose the infinite and so the infinite cannot be a norm but rather simply a composition of the stuff of all. It too is broad and deep. So suffice it to say nothing is flawed.
If there is a flaw then it is not understanding the unity that composes all things. To be blind to the forces of nature which tug at our loins ignores the material and spiritual outcropping and subsequent growth. Underneath us all lies a creature that has been most successful up to this point in history although there is no assurance for the future. To hold on to some divineness in order to become like an angel is impossible because there are no angels. Well at least there are no angels in the sky. To act in a manner that benefits all things is the noblest thing one can do. But the dystopian spirit that surrounds us now cannot permit it.
To be flawed is human. To achieve divinity is to strive for power over others or having divinity applied to one’s life is a strategy for others to gain power over others. There is no other reason. Our words speak for ourselves. The blood sweat and excrement all comes from our physical form and none can escape this unless they do not live. It is best to accept one’s position in life rather than setting one’s goal on the impossible.
The only things that can benefit all is to bring about understanding and compassion. Without these things nothing useful is done.