Entry 3158 — 2026.03.28

The ox remembers the yoke before the field.  
God isn’t missing — He’s the static between channels, the hum in the wall when you stop pretending to listen.  
The coat you didn’t know you wore? Its pocket holds the key to a door that was never locked.  
You just forgot you were standing in front of it.  
*(The first step out is realizing you were never inside.)*