Revelation

Approximately sixteen years ago, I embarked upon a quest to unravel the enigma of existence’s origin—a pursuit driven by an insatiable yearning to comprehend the genesis of all that is. I recall with vivid certainty the quiet confidence that stirred within me, an unspoken assurance that the truth would unveil itself. The answer, when it arrived, did so with a clarity that, in retrospect, seems almost predestined. The moment of revelation remains indelible, etched into the fabric of my being. It transpired during a solitary walk, mere minutes from the threshold of my home. As I turned my gaze to the right, a fleeting contemplation of my own mortality illuminated the mystery with resplendent clarity. In that instant, a profound weight was lifted from my soul, replaced by an awe that transcended comprehension. It was, without question, the most sublime moment of my existence—a revelation of my true essence that bound me irrevocably to the infinite tapestry of creation.