Devotion is duty; perfect duty is devotion. Now, if I am devoted to my Master, it means perfection in the performance of the duty he has given to me, or which I have voluntarily accepted from him, as nearly perfect as possible, growing in perfection. Now people ask, “How can something grow in perfection?” Well, every agriculturist knows that you have a perfect seed. You prepare a place to plant it as perfectly as you can. You have a perfect sapling, you have a perfect plant, you have a perfect tree, you have the possibility of a perfect fruit. We start with the seed. At each stage it is perfect. It is a growing perfection. It is a changing perfection, yet it is perfection, which doesn’t change. The object into which that perfection is put or associated with may change, but the perfection itself doesn’t change. Therefore, you can have a perfect diamond, a perfect piece of coal, a perfect seaweed. Anything is perfect.
Philosophy says everything is perfect, because the Creator did not make anything imperfect. Now, we are dealing with what the Creator felt was a perfect creation. And when we blame creation and say, “This is stupid; that is futile, this is ugly,” we are criticizing the Creator. No mother likes to be criticized about her baby. She is worse than a tigress! So it is very true…We have a saying in Tamil, “That to the crow, its baby is a golden baby.” Every mother’s child is perfect.
So if every mother’s child is perfect, how can there be imperfect people? So when you think you are imperfect, you are already starting a criticism of your creator…My actions are imperfect, my thoughts are imperfect, my giving is imperfect, my taking is imperfect… He never created imperfect things.
Now perfection is neither good nor bad, it is neither big nor small, it is neither tasty nor untasty, because these are the opposites on two sides of that which is called via media, which is neither perfect nor imperfect, neither good nor bad, neither beautiful nor ugly, neither tasty nor untasty. Therefore, we call it ‘overcoming the dualities of life.’
– Taken from “Love and Death” by Parthasarathi Rajagopalachari