There's a light that does not whither.
There's a love that does not die.
There's truth that even without proof is known.
The love of the cosmic mother radiates to and through all her children.
The father's will and might drive the choice of manifesting.
And I know that my presence cannot falter,
for beyond my skin my presence is boundless.
The stories we tell don't encompass the magnificence,
only sparingly do we dare consider the hidden order.
Be it so that the awakening of humanity has begun!
Beyond my death, my life, my ecstasy and misery,
beyond the sorrows of humanity and the end that once seemed near,
there is a truth that ties them all together,
they are sparks of the light that does not whither.