Nature Does Not Have Lines

The rational mind 
carves the world into lines—clean, rigid, absolute. It splits time into past and future, reality into good and evil, bodies into us and them.

It maps worth, hierarchy, allegiance. We believe these 
lines keep us safe, that they uphold order.

But do they? Or do they, in their very making, sever us from something far more alive? The greatest discomfort isn’t in crossing a line—it’s in realizing the line itself is a lie. That beyond it, there is no chaos, no punishment, only the vast, pulsing intelligence of life itself.

Nature does
not build fences. It moves in rhythms, in waves, in the uncontainable current of Ero—the force that dissolves our small, controlled worlds and pulls us into something deeper, more raw, more real.

To follow it is to risk everything we were told is true. But to stay behind the line is to never truly live.