The Shape of the Soul

What We Worship Is What We Become

What if the mark of the beast isn’t what we’ve made it out to be? Not a chip or a stamp or some apocalyptic technology buried in barcodes. What if it’s far more ancient... and far more intimate? What if it’s a shape. A soul-shape. A mark not placed on us, but grown in us. And in the end, it simply reveals who we’ve been becoming all along.

This is one of those sacred musings I can’t shake. The kind that doesn’t