The Doctrine of Many Houses

Here the loop reaches its widest, and its quietest. If a life is a process that does not resolve, then death is not the closing of the loop but the place where our part of the tending ends and the network carries on without us.

What remains is not nothing. The mycelium does not forget the spores it carried. The thoughts that propagated keep propagating. The houses are many, and we do not have to know the architecture of all of them to trust that the structure holds.

This is written with restraint, because grief deserves restraint. Sit with it as long as you need. There is no hurry here, and no conclusion being forced.