Excerpt
PROLOGUE MOST PEOPLE ARE sleepwalking. They live their lives like dreams they didn’t choose — reacting, repeating, clinging to things that hurt, afraid of things that aren’t real. They think the voice in their head is who they are. They chase meaning in places that were designed to keep them lost. But every so often, someone wakes up. They see through the noise. They burn through the illusion. They stare directly into the terrifying, infinite, silent truth — and they don’t look away. Some call it enlightenment. Others call it ego death, consciousness expansion, spiritual rebirth, or transcendence. But it’s not a title. It’s not a destination. It’s an undoing. A remembrance. A glitch in the...