I suppose we all picture perfection.
What would make you happy; what do you need in order to feel complete?
I've given a lot of thought to that as we are all often asked to consider it.
My idea of perfection? Being surrounded by those I love — and them having that same sense of peace and contentment — attaining that ultimate sense of oneness.
But such perfection is found only in my mind, or in death and what awaits us all afterward, a retreat into our own minds, our own sense of perfection, which somehow binds us all together.