The grander history of mankind is part of a cosmic pattern. An archetypal narrative - woven into the very framework and fabric of our temporary lives here in this place of passing we call life. We are fragments of painful remembrances, scattered across hopeless eternities and eons. Symptoms of the unavoidable truth: That something beautiful once existed and was, subsequently - lost. Every great philosophy and all mystical tradition stems from these archetypal narratives - observed as symbols in this our material realm, imperfect shadows hinting at a greater design. The primordial stories woven into who and what we are, the fact that we are born, and grow, and wilt away with time - this principle, this key, precedes existence itself. It is the song of creation itself, serving as both question and answer, the *why* behind whatever is - or should be - or could be. The amnesiac mind wading into the unknown, self-remembrance, the exploration of what one thinks themselves to be - pitted against the grander cosmic truth of who they truly are. You and I both are part of this great current - and what binds us together is an innate hope - of the prophecy of our homecoming to a place we cannot even name. We may recall only fragments - through visions, dreams, momentary glimpses into something beyond animalistic survival, inspired by a single seed of purity nestled in our hearts - and the gentle sadness it births within us all. You know that place, the same way I know it - of the home we never knew - yet secretly long for with each and every fiber of our being. [[Why Does Anything Matter|That no one finds that place alone.]] That one must always bring a friend. ![[IMG_3622.jpeg]]