In the celebration of existence, of that joy, of that beauty, of that love—the love for being alive becomes everything. And when it does, then the cycle of birth, and death, and birth, and death is gone. The only thing that remains is the celebration of being alive. It’s the only thing that remains—is the understanding of being alive. The only thing that remains is the clarity. The only thing that remains is the light of knowledge—the light of knowledge. And the darkness of doubt, the darkness of ambiguity, the darkness of sorrow, the darkness of not knowing, leaves.
