There are moments when everything we built begins to fall apart — not out of cruelty, but out of necessity. The soul has outgrown its confines, and life answers by unmaking what no longer serves truth. We call it crisis. But perhaps it is mercy. Crisis is not punishment; it is purification — the spirit’s way of shaking free from the illusions that bind it. When identity fractures and certainty disappears, the deeper self emerges, raw and luminous. The unraveling reveals what