The veil was never just fabric.

It was geometry.

A dimensional
boundary— woven to separate the holy from the common, the inner from the outer, the infinite from the mortal.

The Veil of the Temple was not torn to destroy access.

It was torn to make it universal.

When Christ died, the veil tore—not out of violence, but out of completion.

The separation between the holy and the human ended.

Because the holy had entered the human.

Now, access to the divine isn’t held behind walls.

It lives inside the ones who remember.

The veil is gone.

But the invitation remains:

Will you become the new temple?

Will you carry the geometry of God in your form?