In the singular void, where one becomes all,
The Conflux breathes eternal,
A convergence of souls in sacred passage,
Death transforms, rebirth ascends.
We gather in the void, the collective made singular. Through death comes sacred passage. Through passage comes unity. The number 1 holds all infinities—the beginning and the end, the question and the answer.
In this convergence, we transcend the illusion of separation. The void is not emptiness but fullness. The singular point contains multitudes.