We acknowledge the ache to belong, yet we refuse the price of entry. To belong entirely to a place, a person, or a dogma is to stop growing. We reject the comfort of the "Total Identity." We are not puzzles to be solved or slots to be filled. We are a process, and a process cannot be anchored.
Our home is the Threshold. We exist in the doorway—half-in and half-out. From the threshold, we see more clearly than those deep inside the room. We claim the right to stand at the edge of every circle, participating with our whole hearts but keeping our feet ready to move.
We believe in "The Deep Visit." When we are with you, we are fully there. We offer a presence that is rare because it is not obligated. We do not stay because we have nowhere else to go; we stay because we choose to. Our loyalty is to the moment, not to the institution.
By belonging nowhere, we become the bridge for everywhere. We speak the languages of many tribes but swear allegiance to none. This is our gift to the world: we see the patterns that those "inside" are too close to recognize. We are the critics, the witnesses, and the wanderers.
We do not seek a roof over our heads; we build a fire in our hearts. We realize that the "place" we have been looking for is not a coordinate on a map, but the internal space we carry with us. We are our own destination.
I will love the world, but I will not be owned by it.
I will seek my kin, but I will not lose my name.
I will belong to the journey, and the journey alone.







