Until Death, There Is No Start

Until death, there is no start. It might sound like a poetic twist on something you’ve heard before—until death do us part. But this isn't about parting. It’s about beginning. And not the kind of beginning you mark with a new year or a new promise or a new robe. It’s the beginning that can only happen once everything else stops—the effort, the seeking, the cycle of trying to fix what was never broken. The beginning that comes after the death of illusion. That death.