On Perception of Simple
At times we pass by, oblivious and aimless wandering in search of perfection. But it's just there, prepared plainly and purely undisguised and patient, waiting for perceptions to adapt, for visions to conform. The perception of simple is my kind of perfect. The kind that is unaffected, rich and familiar. The understanding kind... The type that remains unruffled and behaves and stays constant. Perfection is simple, the rest is what's changed.