As is it with large things so it is minute things. Man by is a dot among infinit dots in the infinit universe. Man is perfectly imperfect. He is a field of potentiality in constant gyration. Nothing can hold him behind but himself and nothing can properly him forward but himself.
The very nature of existence makes completely incomplete. It is plastic, constantly in changing form and formation. Nothing can hold it still but it self and nothing can keep it in motion but itself. It self perpetuating permnently changing.
The difference between man and universe is of scale. The whole existence be is in man and man is in existence. Thus he has the capacity to encompass the whole existence yet he remain oblivious to it. Thus he is birthed, suckled, births and demises in deep unwareness of his capacity. It is only when the stupor of his demise sets in that he begins to get the gist of his potentiality, alas, it is too late.
Abundant Life 