I wrote and posted this piece last week, but was very unsatisfied with it. So, I made a few changes. To understand the title better, and how it applies, look up Nathaniel Hawthorne's novel by the same name.
Through the complexity, I have found a strange, intrinsic presence in the periodic untying of my mind. I have spoken of this before: this dive into entropy, this deathly peace. Hope in presence springs eternal moments of inspiration, when simplicity is revealed for that which was once beyond our comprehension. The presence at the source of my awakening is none other than all mankind's common heartache.
Thankfully, that pain grounds us in humility, reminds us of our humanity and our mortality. It allows us to feel, to develop a sense of empathy. It helps us because we sense our soul again, because it quiets rampant thoughts, silences the ego, preparing us for better things.
In this hopeful truth, we develop a deepening appreciation for all that is in this vast universe. Not because it is infinite, but because we are transient beings. We exist as both a part of, yet simultaneously apart from, all of creation.
With this incorporeal heartache, we travel through life, traveling upon firmer ground for the soul. We are imbued with further opportunity for clarity within, and some day the minister's black veil will be lifted from our eyes.