Palace

Have you never been to the shadowless palace?
Or encountered the pure, sensitive, and cruel truth?
Haven't you been imbued with the most terrible fear?
That place where all questions are no longer useful.
No one seeks explanations to justify the bitterness of their own existence.
Perhaps that voice is so distant that it can't convince you that you are one and not all.
Everything you think wrong, or that your telltale eye suspects, is true!
But at the same time, it's all a big lie in its broadest sense, like an infinite spiral.
I would like to explain to everyone what it feels like to be
Free at last and without any fear.
"I had a good life," I said, surrendering my cognitive right to that eternal being.
It seems I still have things to do here.
Was my courage rewarded or punished with another life?
"Beautiful morning, isn't it?"