From Knut Hamsun's "Pan"

"It can rain and it can blow – these are not the things that count; often on a rainy day a small joy possesses one so that one retires into a private happiness. One stands looking ahead, laughing softly now and then and glancing around. What is one thinking of? A clear pane in a window, a ray of sunlight on the pane, a view across to a little stream and perhaps to a break of blue in the sky. It need not be more."

Notes on anatomy of "ordinary perfection": "it need not be more" - ordinary perfection = contentment with/aceptance of "what is"

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