Grace, Undone

Cassian: Take my hand, and let us walk to the edge of this world.

Valerius: Why should we go to the edge of the world?

Cassian: Reality exists at the edge of our existence.

Valerius: But what is at the edge of the world?

Cassian: The place where breath vanishes, where tears crystalize, where our hands tear away from another. Where affliction crushes our armor under infinite weight.

Valerius: What remains without our armor?

Cassian: Our essence.

Valerius: What is essence?

Cassian: That place in our being that surrenders. That place where we tremble, in reverence.

Valerius: And to reach that… We must be undone?

Cassian: Yes. But not by force, rather through total surrender.

Valerius: This core… What does it feel?

Cassian: Sorrow. Wonder. The silent screaming of the soul.

Valerius: Would I not be human if undone?

Cassian: You would become the most human of all.

Valerius: How is that possible?

Cassian: In becoming only what is necessary, you become everything.

Valerius: And so I may love the essence of everyone.

Cassian: Grace.