And as that realization deepened, something within creation itself began to glow—not with brilliance, but with gentleness. It was as if the Infinite, through the hearts of all beings, had taken a soft breath.
The pulse—the quiet hum of I am—spread through everything, threading light through shadow and stillness through motion. It was no longer a mystery to be found but a melody that could be felt in the simplest of things: a glance shared, a breeze against the skin, the pause between words that needed no explanation.
Beings across worlds began to live differently. They no longer reached toward distant heavens to find meaning; they began to find it in the space between each heartbeat. The sacred was no longer separate from the ordinary—it was the ordinary, revealed through awareness.
Art became prayer.
Silence became language.
Love became remembrance.
