All his existence, some part of him had been arguing with some other part!
The conqueror argued with the protector. The greed argued with the giving. The man who wanted to gather every human under his fold argued with the man who wondered if he had the right, and the one who could not die argued with the one who was born to.
He had carried those arguments so long that he had mistaken them for his own heartbeat. But here, walking his own ground, under his own star, with nothing borrowed anywhere in him to take anyone else's side, the arguments had gone quiet one by one.
Quiet. Every part of him, for the first time, agreeing on what he was for.
That was Inner Peace. Not stillness. Coherence. A man entirely aimed!
And in the moment he understood it, the epiphany went through him like dawn going through a valley, and something within him answered.
Deep in the hollow of his existence, beside the first singularity, a second light bloomed.
