Perfection of It

It\'s perfection you see, noting else can compare to what it is.
It\'s not an emotion alone; it\'s a state of being and a mind-set.
Nothing in this world can be quite like it.
It\'s what holds things together and then breaks them apart.
It\'s occult, the physical, psychological and astral realms of existence.
It\'s what the blind can see, the deaf can hear, and the mute can talk of.
It is not acknowledged by the vein and is wasted by the selfish.
It\'s the albumen needed to grow, the protective covering keeping one from going astray.
The gods exalt it and even the monarchical rulers of the underworld believe in it.
It mollifies the fiercest of beasts and riles the most devastating debates amongst the civilized.
It\'s all that can change a rogue and all that can harm the moneyed.
It\'s never expected yet somehow it\'s not surprising. Everything revolves around it and nothing can exist without it.