Thank you for the night you were born. For in the prison of that tiny mortal body, eternity came to be compressed. Thank you for the evening you died. For then, your infinite divinity imploded into the black hole of human weakness and death. But above all, thank you for the morning you rose again, for there, within that tomb, you overturned all the laws of the universe —especially those that accused and condemned me. In that singular event rests the totality of my hopes, convictions, and arguments.

Thank you because I no longer need to see to believe. In fact, nothing I can see with my eyes will ever be more real than that scene I have tried a thousand times to imagine in my mind: light everywhere, linens falling to the ground, and your hands arranging the shroud. Somehow, the radiance inside that cave still illuminates me despite the centuries that have passed.

You are the only light that truly illuminates. The only bread that satisfies. The only water that refreshes from within. The only Way I want to travel. The only Truth I accept. The only Life worth living.