The fragment:
“The cables of my bridge – those taut, invisible cords keeping me suspended over life – screamed one last metallic howl. They snapped. One by one. And then all at once.
Collapse.
The bridge broke. The supports crumbled into the black river of exhaustion, down into the floodwater of timeless despair. My nervous system roared like twisted steel. My life crashed around me, not with a whisper, but with the sound of tearing. Of demolition.”
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I’m writing this book now. An autobiographical novel about how Namkhas changed my life. About the kind of change that leaves nothing untouched – when life peels you raw so something true can emerge.
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If you want to see where it goes, stay close. The path is still unfolding.
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