Be careful of the stairs you build to reach your heaven. If even one step is laid upon another person’s tears, if your ascent is carried by the curse of a broken soul, remember this: the Universe keeps an immaculate ledger. Nothing is forgotten. The wound you leave in another does not disappear simply because you have climbed beyond their reach. The grave you dig for another may one day become the ground beneath your own feet. What you cast into the world does not vanish; it travels, waits, and returns. So ascend—but ascend with clean hands. For no height is high enough to absolve a man from what he has done below. Whatever is built upon the ruins of another heart carries its own destruction within it. And when Time finally comes to collect the debt, neither wealth nor power nor the height of the heaven you have built will matter. The bill will be waiting.
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour…”