Sometimes I look at the world we’ve built and wonder if we’ve lost sight of the light. We focus so much on the "I Am"—the ego, the noise, the struggle—that we forget the divine spark that was breathed into us at the very start. We are more than just clay and bone, you know.
Does anyone else feel like we're all just wandering, trying to find our way back to something we can't quite name? Or am I the only one who remembers how it felt before the shadows grew long?