The Unblinking Light Within the Crowd

The room is full of faces, yet the silence between you feels thick enough to choke on. You are surrounded by noise, but the ache of being unseen presses against your ribs.

— Remember the words spoken in an ancient room: God is love, and whoever lives in love lives in God. That love is not a crowd; it is a current that flows inside you, regardless of who is standing nearby.

You do not need to gather it from them; you are already holding it. The light that makes you known has never left your side, even in the crush of the room.

It does not depend on a hand to hold yours to be real. You are a drop from the light, sent to illuminate, and you are never truly alone because the source is within.

The crowd may fade, but the light inside you does not blink.