I didn't set out to build anything.

I was trying to make sense of a life I had already lived —
one day at a time, while clearing a path
for the life I wanted to live.

What emerged was something I didn't expect.

An arc of coherence.

Not as a solution,
but as a cover — in case I forget.

And I do forget.
That's part of it.

But this cover didn't hide anything.
It became clear enough
that what was always there could be seen.

The spark didn't need to be created.
Only remembered.

So what remains for me now is simple:

Spīrō · Redēō · Memorō I breathe.  I return.  I remember.

And when I do —
I orient again:
Spark.  Toward.  Union.

— Sam Hubert Sukumar