If the will of God is being played out,
can anything be but perfect?
How could things be created by him
and not be free of all defects
What is perfect is here right now,
everywhere, always is!
Not perfect is in the past,
the future, always a miss!
What is not perfect lies outside
the consciousness of the theater.
(certainly an illusion)
What is inside
is what is in God's
Holy-Sacred incubator!
Conclusion!
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