The Beautiful Imperfection Of Nature.

Yes, but as you can see, every day we are moving further and further away from the harmonies of all eco systems....We do not have any true leaders for it...none.

 

Agree. Maybe it will take some kind of big shock before we wake up. I hope not.

Here in the UK we have one Green Party MP., Caroline Lucas, a wonderful lady, but we need a lot more. Generally people are more interested in voting on the basis of a few pennies less in tax or worse, than in any progressive political party that puts the environment first. I don't know how that can be changed. I pay up my Green Party subs, support organizations like Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth, but it's not enough.

Over here, the tabloid press dub people like me and Caroline Lucas as 'luvvies'. I wear it as a badge of honour, but it's meant to say to the readers that anyone who cares about the environment, nature or human or indeed animal rights, are a bunch of loopy idealists. So let's get on and build some more roads, do some fracking,re-process some more nuclear waste, get on with business as usual.

 

from dust you came
and to dust you shall return

 

there is no beauty without strangeness. as to what is an imperfection, that's pretty much in the eye of the beholder.

 

I'm going to try this. I have a very crooked face (not that anyone has ever said anything) but I notice. ...curious

 

I really liked your middle sentence.

There's this eastern belief called Wabu-Sobi, about how the imperfections in something on someone actually makes it or them better. (I'm not sure about the spelling of this concept or the actual definition. -- I could have heard it as the imperfections of someone or something actually making it perfect.

As for nature not being perfect -- I think a lot of the times it is. One example is how certain ecosystems are made so wildlife can connect to each other on a survival level at the least.

 

I'm not good with imperfections.

I once went to my neighbor's and straightened a painting hanging on her wall because I could see it from my house through her window, and it was making me nuts.

I recognize that I have problems, but until they incapacitate me, I'm ignoring them.

 

my head is symmetrical front to back.

 

strangeness is sacred, and there is no beauty without it. i agree with almost all of the op, with the exception that the human face, or human anything else is not a standard of beauty to me, and while the non-tangable is so real you can almost touch it, god or gods or whatever might exist in mystery beyond what we know to be physical, owe nothing to what we want to think we know about it.

'perfection' is a process, there is no such end point beyond which improvement is not possible, however much, it is always possible to make something worse in the process of trying to improve something where there is neither need nor anything to gain by doing so.

the idea of intentionally creating small imperfection is not something i see as avoiding offending some infinite unknowable power, but of realism and accessibility to the spirit of the next person to view or experience it. well of course its also so visiting spirits can enter or leave at their own will. to avoid trapping anything better off allowed to be free.