clinging to the wreckage of civilization
Three is not confusion—but communion.
Father, Son, Spirit—bound in love, not logic.
We are made in this image: unity, mystery, flame.
Draw a triangle.
In each corner, write something sacred: a name, a virtue, a vow.
Say: “Let these become one in me.”
Bow to the mystery.
Not to understand, but to honor.
Truth does not always explain—it reveals.
Let your life reflect the balance: strength, mercy, wisdom.
One fire, three tongues.
This is the shape of divinity within.