Sacred peace is the foundation of existence.

Love is the hidden blood moving beneath it.

Ultimate knowledge is the constellation of Hope that lightens the skies.

Unconditional acceptance is the quiet law that defines the Cosmos.

To live without these is not a bruise upon the soul— it is the undoing of creation, the moment the Universe ceases to be.

Even the sky knows this. It is the painted tapestry of the Ancient Mystic showing us its photograph.

The rain testifies— falling softly and confirming to every being its one and only true purpose.

When the ocean laps against its own waves, it is unashamed as the birds unconditionally accept its foaming at the mouth.

We were shaped to embody these delights— these sacred, delectable truths, and where they are absent, where peace is starved and love is locked away, where knowledge is dimmed and acceptance denied— there, hell is not just a place.

It is the collapse of everything that ever dared to exist.