Your existence has shaped the world in ways you may never fully understand.
Oneness is not a feeling we reach for; it is the quiet fact that nothing we do stays contained to us. A single life disturbs the surface of everything it touches, and the rings keep widening past the edge of what we can see. We tend to measure our impact by what we can trace back, but interconnectedness means most of our influence travels where we will never follow it. The self that seemed so separate turns out to be one motion in a much larger water. There is a kind of comfort in that: we do not have to understand the whole pattern to already be woven into it. What have you set moving that has long since left your sight?