She stood there, offering me the Truth, dangling it in front of me, assuring me that there is yet a way. To my own surprise and despite years of skepticism, I believed her. I, who had long made my peace with the Great Unknown, stared on with awe, and... fear, for Truth is not without a price. You cannot possess the Truth and not have your life taken apart and reassembled. And I realized that somewhere along the way, I had stopped seeking it, had abandoned the pursuit, had ceased to want it . I had become content with the rejection of all that was Not Truth. I had found my peace in that. I had sedimented, hesitant to be unsettled. She saw that in my heart. Smiled and withdrew her hand. 'It is not time yet...'