Invention

From an egoic perspective (is there another?) it might do well to view the Universe and its totality as perfectly imperfect, allowing those of us insisting on reason to grasp why Creation is continuing to reinvent everything in each moment-by-moment instance.

Speaking of reinvention: Yesterday saw the premier anniversary in 1938 of Thornton Wilder's play Our Town. Estimates are that on any given day Our Town is being performed somewhere in the world.