I think it exists, but not in a prescribed manner. Perfection results from purely accidental means, without purpose, without distinction, or definition. Perfection is subjective, rather than a result of a group or sect dictating to others what it is.
After hours and hours of labor, twice, I had to perfect beings laid upon my tummy.
The world is perfect at times, when all time seems to stop, and scents and feelings revolve around your being, with eyes wide open you can almost breath in life itself.
I find perfection in nature quite often.
People are always perfect, one may not be your version or mine, but they are always perfect.
Air, Light, Water, Sun, Wind, Snow, Rain...all perfect in some manner or another.
Rot is perfect for a maggot, dung is perfect for some beetles...
it is all subjective