About

I didn’t build this to teach or to preach.
I built it because I have to write.

What’s left here isn’t a philosophy —
just the debris of seeing clearly.
Notes from the unraveling, written so I wouldn’t forget.

A journal of consciousness unmasked —
for those who have seen too much to ever go back.

Not a teaching. Not a path.
The truth is — who cares what it is?
It doesn’t have to be something.
Don’t overthink this.
It was never meant to make sense.
The words can never be anything.