The secret lies within you.
The key rests not in the world, but in the palm of your hand, open, unclenched, free of self-pride.
Look inward and see.
Strip away the clothing.
Step forward and outward, into the symphony of being.
Humility leads to forgiveness.
Forgiveness leads to knowledge.
Knowledge leads to practice.
Practice leads to passion.
Passion leads to love.
Love leads to wisdom.
Wisdom leads to the spiral-
a turning, a deepening, a return.
When we read the great philosophers, teachers, and scientists, we find a common thread:
Everything and everyone is connected.
This web of life offers not just meaning, but the chance to live infinitely.
Yet I-perhaps you too-have asked:
Where do we always find hope? And why?
The answer is simple, if not obvious:
The possibility of living forever means there is no escape.
And in that awareness-the quiet, conscious breath-we find the will to live.
Probability is the source of light.
We call our choices hope.
The beauty shines not in the destination, but in the branches of the path,
the steering triangle of the captain at every step,
at every moment, choosing the next turn.
The relationships we forge become our footprints in time.
Whom we turn our backs on, and whom we embrace,
these are the weights we carry for all eternity.
That is the meaning.
That is all we truly own.
The rest is borrowed.
May you build your heaven.
May we build our heaven,
not in stone, but in presence,
in connection, in the spiral of becoming.
And when the stars ask, “Where did you go?”
Let the answer be: “I walked. I chose. I loved. I spiraled.”