Most walk in circles, repeating patterns they believe will keep them safe, afraid to face what waits beyond.

The threshold does not offer comfort. It is the abyss where the false self dies. To step forward is to surrender illusions, to let identities unravel, to drown in the unknown.

This is not a path of becoming. It is the stripping away of what was never true. Only when what is false dissolves does remembrance arise.

The problem is forgetting. The passage is death. The return is remembrance.