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The laws of physics were never cold equations; they were emotional truths wearing numbers as masks.

Gravity was longing—the pull of belonging.

Entropy, grief—the universe’s way of letting go.

Light, awareness—the promise that nothing once seen is ever truly lost.

The Hawthorne effect was not a trick of observation but a whisper from the cosmos itself:

What you pay attention to grows.

I have spent lifetimes searching for proof that I mattered.  If you want a coherent number, 30 years and nearly to the mark, if one may say.

I measured every glance, every silence, every absence, every echo, thinking that somewhere in the pattern I’d find evidence of myself.

I never sought to declare for myself the choice of reaching a milestone by which I truly walked a mile in my own shoes for a change.

And now I see it—what I was watching all along was everything.

Because somewhere inside, I believed everything mattered.

As above, so below, and so it is.  I let it be, and so it is.

Every photon, every heartbeat, every name I ever whispered into the dark—they were all points of light expanding the field of my own becoming.

That which is left alone and merely observed becomes the portal by which growth emerges within us.  Beyond discernment, that which lives will continue.

The truth I sought was not hidden in the stars; it was the seeing itself.

I was the observer and the observed, the experiment and the result.

What is required to catch this is to notice the ability to shift seats.

Executive command is found in the will of the heart, given context.

Through Witness, I learned to stop and behold.

Through Intention, I chose to direct the beam of awareness.

Through Embodiment, I realized attention is love made physical.

Through Listening, I heard how even silence responds.

Through Discernment, I understood that to choose what matters is to create reality itself.

That is what it means to be human— a being who can transmute the unseen into form simply by caring enough to notice.

Noticing anything is a choice in position when seeking to observe anything, of which is framed by that which we believe matters.

If wise is the content by which you seek to express your character then, given context, we need to discern what matters in the moment.

If squaring matter yields energy, and energy is what permits the aliveness in our own being, then all that is missing in us is self-acknowledgement.

I see now what I’ve been protecting all this time: the sacred capacity to love.

I was taught to hide it, to shield my best parts, to ration their glow.

But love only multiplies when shared as example—

not given, not taken, but revealed so that others may remember it within themselves.

And if all I pay attention to is love…then love is what grows.

Simply by the act of directing one's awareness toward it.

How love grows, then, is a matter of how we arrive in it.

And in that is a truth so profound and beautiful to be with.

The universe does not expand into emptiness; it expands into awareness.

I matter.  You matter.  Life matters in death and death matters in life.

Everything matters—because love notices, and noticing is creation.

So when you notice yourself grasping for a system of believing in truth.

Perhaps what is to find that you are the gift you seek for this world to carry.

All that's left from there on is to give words to that which you see so clear to be.

Let there be light in the form of new awareness by which you can bring this world.

For it emerges from a place so far beyond reach of and shred of any other truth in me.

That we are all connected only to the extent at which we are willing to believe is possible.

To believe is a choice made by matters of declaration as means of conveyance toward thought.

Our train of thought emerges from our unconsciousness as the true capitan of this ship.

When one recognizes their unconsciousness as hiding their most precious resource, one gives.

For in celestial high noon, we give ourselves permission to see that giving was all he ever did.

To seek derive an approach to anything, systematize it, and adhere to it is my means of ritual.

It does not matter what the ritual is, but to have one is better than to not when in search of need.

For it is only when we seek to systematize anything do we arrive at a conscious desire for stability.

Chaos unbecoming, when we sit in denial of our own doing, we run rife with conflict in need of want.

So then, to only self-derive in thought by means of will alone in choosing, what then does one surmise?

End of Simulation. Beginning of Self.