The last time I was perfect: never.
The meaning of Easter to me is that I never have to worry about never being forever.
Believing in God is optional. There are always new beginnings.
For me, I believe in God. Nothing more specific than that. God is.
God may be the universe. God may be a being. God may be perfect or not. I don’t know.
When I fathom the universe, I cannot imagine how it came to be from nothing. What was here before nothing? Before the void? I don’t know that either. And neither do you. So if it is possible that time had no beginning then what are the incredible chances that there could not be God — whether one or many. These are things I cannot know. Will never know.
The message of the season for all religions, or even those who are atheists but acknowledge that it is spring, all things can begin anew. There are always new beginnings.