The world is exactly as perfect as I am.
I can only see in the world what I am thinking and believing in my head and heart.
I can only see hypocrisy in the world when I am thinking and believing hypocritically.
I can only see unkindness in the world when I am thinking and believing unkindly.
I can only see danger in the world when I am thinking and believing dangerously.
When I’m seeing imperfection in the world, I’m getting a glimpse of what’s going on inside me, how I’m reacting to what I’m thinking and believing about the world (which is always what I end up seeing in the world).
When I can grasp that I am perfect just as I am, with all my apparent imperfections, then I can see how the world is perfect just as it is, with all of its apparent imperfections.