“Forgiveness cannot perceive fault, making all that possesses error go unsegregated from the perfected.”– Modern Romanticism
Forgiveness perceives nothing of imperfection, that it might always be aligned with the perfect. A perfected thing, is always in the awareness of love. Love, to its essence, is always for the imperfect to become its very opposite. Perfection is the forgiveness of imperfection, born out of love.
Though, to what we are limited in trusting, makes us nullified in forgiving what we fear. We fear, of things that cannot be trusted, making forgiveness an impossibility out of foreseeable betrayal. The human instinct to forgive is indeed limitless, due to that it is the one necessity for another being to continue their lives. To perceive the monster as such, stalls just a small portion of humanity, being of that person viewed as their beastly selves. For to not ever forgive, in seeing beyond imperfection, is merely to be ignorant of a story to what created this monster. Forgiveness makes the ascension of a human, to a point of development where they can speak of freedom, almost involuntarily.
Imperfection of what is distrusted, might one day be forgiven, if a person can remember a day when they were good. What should define “good” in this world, is the time before stagnation of development, had shadowed any intent to forgive such imperfection. It is upon imperfection, where forgiveness is laid, making what is good in the world becomes a uplifting of a person’s devolution. Their degrading selves, when forgiven, becomes ascended.
For to define “imperfection” makes it opposite from forgiveness. How can we forgive, to make perfect, the imperfection that still betrays us? If to say God is perfect, then upon the imperfection, He forgives to ascend into Heaven. This is said, as it is true human are able to do the same. For development is only ever possible, for the individual, when stagnation is no longer makes a person blind to a better outcome. Love forgives, as it always does. It is due to that love remembers, though holds a difference from trust. We are not trusted, when we remain imperfect, not ever holding faith in those who still remember us, as good.
To those who may see us imperfect, as monstrous, are for us to hold faith in them, that their love may recall a memory of our good selves. To that memory, we are forgiven, due to that we are comprehended to not have been born such a way. We understand a story that did not, by itself, cause corruption of the soul until a certain path was taken.
It is again to say that forgiveness perceives nothing of imperfection, to then recall the memory that makes a person perfect. For it is perfection that forgiveness perceives, beyond imperfection, making what has been recalled as merely the singular ingredient enough to purify.