The Veil…that junction separating the living and the dead, a concept as old as consciousness itself!
A line drawn in the sands of existence that different cultures interpreted according to their preferred level of existential comfort.
For some, it was mere metaphor, a poetic way to describe the boundary between known and unknowable. These were the people who slept soundly at night, who thought death was just another transition, who used phrases like "passed on" and "in a better place" without their voice catching.
They saw The Veil as natural order, no more threatening than the horizon…a line that existed but didn't really matter since you'd cross it when you crossed it.
For others, it was a point of connection, a sacred threshold to mystical realms.
They built altars, left offerings, spoke to ancestors they insisted were "just beyond The Veil," listening and occasionally intervening.
