One day a keen eyed artist was walking through an art museum when a certain work of art
caught his attention.
As he walked closer to admire it he was in awe at the creation.
It was a circular composition of all the beauty of the Earth, sky, and stars.
"Oh, my," he exclaimed.
"This is the an absolutely complete work of beauty. Brilliant in it's totallity."
As he turned to walk to the next exhibit, he noticed something laying on the floor beneath the
beautiful work of art.
"Hmmph...what is this?"
He picked it up and noticed it was a piece of the work of art and the art was a collage
made of complex pieces as a huge puzzle. Each one slightly different.
As he stood holding the piece, he looked again at the work of art...
"Oh, mercy me, there is the place this piece fits!", and replaced it.
Now standing back in admiration, his face lit up and was humbled by the completed work.
"Magnific!!! Now it is radiant!"
As he walked on, he realised how the work he thought was so grand was not complete until
he replaced that one small piece to the overall picture. It took the one piece to make it
truly whole.
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This is why I don't hate the puzzle piece.
I don't see it as something broken, needing to be fixed.
It is just one piece of the whole and it is needed to fit into it's place in the scheme of all there is.