What is a masterpiece?
Does a masterpiece mean perfection?
Does it mean a lack of error?
The world is full of errors.
The world is also full of blessings.
It’s full of compassion.
It’s full of miracles.
Things exist that shouldn’t be able to.
It’s luck, yes or no?
The odds were stacked against human creation.
Yet here we are.
Time and time again the earth has adapted.
Everything works in some sort of harmony,
Beautiful or not.
It’s all scientifically connected.
Art, music, you name it.
It’s all science.
It all works together,
Hand in hand.
It’s as if the earth itself is an orchestra conductor
And humans, animals, plants, etc.,
Are the violins, the cellos, each different section.
Yet it all comes together with earth conducting the show.
In all its errors, the existence of the orchestra is a masterpiece.