The Master's Reward for Compression
When you manage to contort just enough—when you produce the polished, well-reasoned version of your knowing—the Master might let you in.
But what gets in is no longer your truth. It is a well-behaved artifact. A sterilized echo.
And then they say: “Now we can hear you.”
But they haven't heard you. They've heard your adaptation. They've heard the part of you that gave up being whole in exchange for being legible.