All of it is gone. The centuries, the suffering, the striving, the names and legacies—none of it remains in any substantial way. What seemed permanent was never more than passing. There is freedom in recognizing this. It clears space to stop clinging to illusions of control, permanence, or status. Time has been spent trying to hold on. Now is the time to let go. Identity, roles, and stories do not last. Detachment is not apathy. It is clarity. Standing where it hurts is a choice—not to fix or judge, but to be fully present. Nothing needs to be protected. Nothing needs to be proved. Only the truth remains. Everything else is gone.
May all that is false fall away,
so what is true may stand without fear.
(inspired by Richard Rohr, Letters from Outside the Camp)