So that the brush strokes are fine, so that the rhythm is right, so that the planet follows its trajectory, so that the Universe meets the end, everything has to be done perfectly.
Not the type of perfection that binds you, but the one which leads you to Nirvana. For perfection, concentration is a must.
One requires such a level of concentration that unites with the soul of the Universe. It then works wonders.
What is otherwise the glory of nature, the majesty of the mountains, the thunder in the sky? And evolution?
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Meditation is the key, the answer to everything.
In a quiet mind, the peaceful colours of the Universe shine and bring along the eternal power.
Just a touch of this energy makes the mind sublime and supreme, no matter if only for seconds, the experience is life-changing.
If this is not Love, then what is? Loving oneself purely and believing that we all are one. The golden thread is common, it is absolute, it is present.
I remember a folk tale about a fool who once stated that he could see a bright light in everything, in everyone around him. The fool found the brightness overwhelming, he danced until he died.
People did not bother much, after all, who believes a fool, though they later started worshipping the fool.
Death of the fool became the foundation of a belief. The fool was a juggler, a perfectionist in his art.
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