A quiet revelation.
I understood.
Not in a flash of brilliance, nor some grand unraveling of hidden truths. No. It came slow, steady- in the way a river wears down stone, patient and inevitable.
Paradox, living now, breathing as I breathed, would not be content as mere shield or foundation.
It was something more.
A catalyst.
I could feel it, deep in the weavings of my being, threading itself through the weavings of my existence. Hard to describe, though if I tried, I would call it…
Anchoring.
Tethering.
Once, I had been bound to the certainties of my Complexity and Purity. My existence woven carefully, held firm by what I was and what I could be. But now, there was a shift. A stillness.
A grounding.
No matter the storm, no matter the paradox that tore at the edges of reality, I would not be unmade.
Anchoring.
