My mistakes have created me
If we succeed with eliminating all that is supposedly wrong about us, obsessing with this inhuman quest of utter self-improvement, we will cease altogether. I have character because I accept my faults. Without these qualities that shape me, I wouldn’t be. Without contrast, in opposition to my goodness, morality wouldn't be possible to discern. We wouldn’t be able to know what is right.
God isn't locatable because the very notion of its existence involves a force that makes no mistake, does no evil and is all-loving, which cannot exist in our dimension of experience. My mistakes have created me and continue to do so every day; I’m biologically made of billions of them.