It is thy suffering, O beloved, that maketh thee formidable.
Yea, it is pain that doth strip thee bare—not to the bone alone, but to the very soul—unveiling the blazing fire of thine indomitable Will, that it may arise and assert itself with honor and great might.
As the stars burn brightest in their final breath, so too must thou perish and rise anew, thy very being a testament before the vast and unwearied cosmos.
Like unto the mighty serpent, thou must shed thy withered skin, casting off the weight of bygone forms, that thou mayest don a mantle wrought for realms yet unseen.
