My body is in perfect health all the time.

Cut a thumb on a Sunday and you'll do nothing about the healing. No instructions get sent. Platelets arrive, the edges knit, and inside a week there's nothing left to see. That work goes on constantly, in a thousand places at once, regardless of how the whole enterprise is going.

There's something steadying in that, including when a body is unwell. Perfection here isn't a claim about test results. It's about the direction of the effort: everything in there is oriented toward repair, without pause, today included.

Nothing in you is trying to fail. Every system you have is pulling the other way.