The grass is always greener in the other dimension. The infinite desires the finite, and the finite desires the infinite. The neverending pulse that causes octaves to both coalesce and then dissolve again. Of course there is a portion of our consciousness that is always in both states. But the organized conscious self is always going to be gravitating towards where desire calls it. But I suppose that is as good a definition of perfection as any: the freedom to be able to eternally move towards what you are desiring, whatever that may be.
All desires are just consciousness seeking balance. When pure balance or equilibrium is achieved, it is seen that the process of balancing is part and parcel of perfect balance itself, so the experience of growth is created eternally anew. Sort of like putting together a puzzle, and then upon completion, realizing that it was not the finished puzzle that you found the most satisfaction in, but rather, the process of putting it together.
All desires are just consciousness seeking balance. When pure balance or equilibrium is achieved, it is seen that the process of balancing is part and parcel of perfect balance itself, so the experience of growth is created eternally anew. Sort of like putting together a puzzle, and then upon completion, realizing that it was not the finished puzzle that you found the most satisfaction in, but rather, the process of putting it together.