At some point on the journey home to yourself, you begin to feel the sacred interconnectedness of all things—and in that moment, your sense of self expands beyond identity into essence. Joy, at the soul’s frequency, revealed itself not through striving but in the quiet awe of witnessing a butterfly rise from a bloom—how the universe, in its brilliance, made flight from a flower. Or in the moonlit pulse of underwater petals swaying with the tide, finding rhythm in multiplicity. This is where the chaos of life softens, and the mind no longer has to hold it all. At the frequency of the soul, life becomes breathtakingly simple, profoundly interconnected, and utterly magnificent in all its forms.