Oblate Program at Belmont Abbey, NC

Life itself is imperfect

We cannot avoid missing the point of almost everything we do. But what of it? Life is not a matter of getting something out of  everything. Life itself is imperfect. All created beings begin to die as soon as they begin to live, and no one expects any one of  them to become absolutely perfect, still less to stay that way. Each individual thing is only a sketch of the specific perfection planned for its kind. Why should we ask it to be anything more?

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