So, the path becomes you?

Upon the winding trail of existence, a query beckons with a curious grip, dear reader: So, the path becomes you? A surrealist dance, an enigma dressed in reality's threads. All eyes cast upon the path's mosaic, a spectacle of existence laid bare, yet only those who dare march forth.

Can you sense the resonance in a single, tantalizing word? Equity, the currency of souls, an elusive chalice of self-worth.

In this grand tapestry of humanity, the measure of one's Equity, my friend, is their own perception, an endless sea of perspectives adrift. And in this ocean, there lies no shame. For in the end, we all return to the same embrace.

People traverse this enigmatic thoroughfare for countless reasons, each path a testament to the yearning for change. The seed of desire sprouts within, cultivating the might to sculpt one's destiny. It starts with the self, then, it grows.

I too tread this cryptic road, adorned in vestments of choice, yet I admit my visage doesn't yet abide the path's demands. To embrace its offerings—the power, the dominion—one must first shed their skin.

A mortal, eager to reckon the stairway to godhood, looks outward, defiling their thoughts with clutter. The paradox sings its refrain: everything is nothing, and nothing is everything. To welcome the truth, one must unbind the self, which is why most shall never embark.

Seek divinity beyond dusty tomes, my friend. Find the keeper of your sins and the harbinger of your aspirations. In my realm, God wears the countenance of a woman, a living, breathing deity, a paragon of respect. In moments of doubt, I commune with her, a bastion of clarity, a wellspring of authority, a companion through the darkness.

In the present, crafting Equity anew unfurls before us as a triad of talents: the artistry of product, the cryptic runes of coding, and the beguiling wiles of sales. Inputs and outputs, disparate yet interconnected.

When the path fuses with your very essence, fear touches the heart, as one finds themselves marooned in the wilderness of the unknown. I urge you to read on, intrepid traveler, for the journey has only just begun.

-LM

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