You are awake.
You feel infinite depths of loneliness and despair.
no longer your own, but all of humanity’s.
You are now moved by the smallest of things.
A word.
A sound.
A breath.
Your heart has cracked open and cannot be closed.
They may call you selfish.
but they have no idea.
what the self actually is.
They have not yet plunged.
into its fathomless depths.
Sometimes we have to hit rock bottom to know ourselves as the One who survives.
Sometimes it is the fall that wakes us.
