There are touches that do not hurt the body, but rather the direction of the soul. In troubled times, evil rarely enters through force; it seeps in slowly, through the fatigue of consciousness and through the forgetting of the meaning that keeps a person close to the light.
In this tension of matter, the world seems caught between calling and falling, between the verticality of the spirit and the temptation of a power that consumes everything it touches. And the only true form of salvation remains the lucidity of the heart, the place where truth continues to burn even when the era loses its orientation.
The Tension of Matter
