You are a child of destiny.

Everything is set by firm rails that hold you the way a mother's womb does while you are born out of unconsciousness. Your first stillness before fateful events keeps in tune with your indifference, a seed that left and blooms as it comes. You come from nothing.

Your continual awakening brings out of nothing a growth of being, of reality. The courage that beats rebels against the laws with which the universe gently shelters us. Pampering is for children. The rough road we were given must be wider than the one our ancestors marked out. Each instant is a journey of infinite possibilities.

You arrive at your kingdom. Here are your people. Here you govern your world. A great consciousness devoted to growing. As it grows it transforms the forms, which open gloriously. A song of divine love rises in this now, so solid and so fleeting. Nothing lasts when nothingness moves forward, without thinking, in a dreamlike game whose whole point is to give birth from our womb to the flame of sacred freedom.