Glass Veins

Those who believe truth to be an endpoint to "arrive at" embody the very poetry of that belief, for upholding truth requires spiritual devotion to the ongoing recalibration towards it. Many will chant about championing high truth preference while housing glass veins, for fidelity to it at times means inciting incredible internal spiritual violence and discomfort, because the mirages most difficult to dispel are the spells we cast upon our own minds - illusory beliefs and ideologies so ingrained, comforting fantasies that soothe with such lulling, addictive, decadent familiarity or escape that to awaken also means confronting the compounding, harrowing shame of our very own self-enablement and complicity.

Thus, to live in alignment with truth includes honouring all the unsavoury, all the disowned, all the ugly within us too, for they exist to give us the opportunity to return to that which we aspire to maintain. It is this consistent striving, which often bears perceived and actual external debt in a perverse society, which carries primordial levels of existential weight - that poetically protects the soul, even when it can feel like the complete opposite at times.

For existence is not about happiness, but holiness - the fluctuations and what we distil are the very things that enable resonance between souls to exist, the quiet magical gift amidst all the rambunctious noise.