The Merciful Blade

Clarity often arrives like an internal rug pull. Suddenly, you see everything you needed to - but through a lens that has always existed, just opaquely in the background - latent, not absent. This "mist-clearing" feeling is a subtle internal reframe. The constructs that once felt incomplete were just waiting for this precise lens shift. Even if you've consciously tried to explore countless reframes, the subconscious sometimes hides the one you need - not because you've never glanced over it, but because it has yet to be fully picked up.

There's a sacredness to the timing of things. Existence withholds clarity just long enough for wisdom to be born through partial blindness. You begin to appreciate the value of foolishness - it almost carries a strange kind of dignity, maybe even a quiet genius - something increasingly rare as you move through life.

When truth comes, welcome it with courage - let it land violently, let it crack through the remnants of illusion you once half-willingly held - for only then can you pass through, completely and with finality.

If you are of high truth preference, you inherently know that the wound aches for the blade - final truths are acts of spiritual mercy.