When fear loosened its grip on how I made choices, I expected to feel lighter. For a long time, goodness had been tied to what would happen beyond this life. Actions mattered because something vast stood behind them. A cosmic seriousness made even the smallest choice feel charged with eternal significance. What I did in private echoed into eternity, and what I neglected was recorded somewhere beyond me. The stakes were never the whole of my motivation, but it was the gravity that kept everything from drifting.
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