In each of us, there lives a gestating microcosm - a sun, waiting to be born. That sun (the final coronal stage of your auric glow) is hidden behind the ego mind. The "pupil" - that which eclipses it, sees, learns, and imagines itself non-subservient to its own higher nature - is but merely a shade of its immortal form. The present you - as you've come to understand yourself and your current state of being. And yes, we become the things we see. We are not only made up of star stuff, but we are remade, rebranded, readjusted and reintegrated into the cosmology of the infinite halls of time. One cannot become a creator, not truly, until they have learnt to cast ample warmth and light to nurture their own creations in their years of infancy. One's destiny, the literal threads of their fate are written here, on this cosmic interface. You will know the soul by the eyes. The totem of constancy, the memento that lasts, the portal-tune to one's identity and their True Name. The frozen resonance. The song of their creation. The language of the gods. ![[IMG_9494.png]] Look onto my face and you will know who I am. Look into my eyes and know who I am destined to become.