I wrote this on a total whim, I quite like it.

This piece is about what happens when you step beyond traditional religious beliefs. When you burn heaven and deny hell, you're no longer playing by the standard Sunday  prescription of religion—you’re willingly moving beyond theology into direct experience. And that shift is not easy. It’s disorienting. Painful. Like being consumed by fire and left blind in the smoke. But it’s also necessary. Because only when everything we thought we knew is gone—only then—do we come face to face with what’s real. This is my final prayer: not to the false God of doctrine, but to the God who remains when all else is stripped away.