Some things are not built. They emerge, the way water finds its path through stone. Sen Sutra was not decided in a moment but recognized slowly, the way dawn comes, imperceptible until suddenly the world is illuminated. We looked at what wellness had become and saw mostly echo. Loud, bright, empty. Retreats that did not retreat. Teachers speaking words they had not lived. Products torn from the earth without gratitude or care. We felt the absence like hunger. What began as longing became offering.