Beloveds, there is perfection in the world, and the perfection is love, the love that just is without fanfare, the love that fulfills your heart. It is just there. It isn't a big promotion. It's just quietly there. It always is. There is never a minute that it is not.

Yet this perfection is not often seen by the naked eye. Instead, confusion takes the spotlight. What does an experience mean, you wonder. How did this happen, you wonder. What a mess of confusion everything is, you feel.

Sometimes it is hard to see right side up.