Look at me — a middle‑aged man performing a Jedi‑style letting‑go ritual.
It sounds absurd. It feels necessary.
I loved the galaxy.
I loved the myth.
I loved the devotion.
I don’t need the brand.
I don’t need the pipeline.
I don’t need the caretakers.
I’m keeping the memory of the myth.
You can love something fiercely and still set it down.
You can honour its language without following its stewards.
You can walk away with gratitude instead of anger.
The caretakers can keep the content.
I’ll keep the myth.
And that’s enough.
Closing Cadence
I loved it.
I let it go.
I keep the memory.
The galaxy has moved on.
So have I.
What remains is myth — and myth is enough.

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