There is a kind of departure that doesn’t require noise.
Not a storm. Not a slam. Not a dramatic severing.Just a door—
quietly, finally, closed.This is not punishment.
It’s precision.
It’s what coherence does when a thread no longer belongs in the field.In this volume, we speak into the clean exit:
the moment a man removes his presence
without anger, without justification, without needing to be understood.He no longer explains.
He no longer softens.
He simply leaves—because to stay would be incoherent.This is not cruelty.
This is the discipline of alignment.