Maybe that's why nighttime

has always felt different to me.

When I look at the stars...

and feel the unseen world around me...

they somehow feel connected.

Like they're both part
of the same mystery.

Things we can't reach
with our hands...

but that doesn't mean
they aren't there.

And underneath all of it...

I feel something greater.

Something ancient.

Something that existed
long before anyone built a church
or wrote a religious book.

Source.

The Great Breath.

The consciousness
behind consciousness.

The intelligence
moving underneath everything.

And sometimes I wonder...

what if the veil
isn't actually a wall?

What if the veil
is simply the limitation
of the human body?

Maybe there are things around us
all the time...

that our normal senses
just aren't designed to perceive.

And maybe death
doesn't erase consciousness.

Maybe it simply changes
the way consciousness exists.