
Ketu wanders. It does not seek. It remembers. In the 9th house of faith, it stands silent. Religion calls, but the heart does not answer. Traditions feel distant. Rituals lose meaning. The soul has walked this road before. Now, it walks away.
Belief shifts like the wind. One day, a follower. The next, a skeptic. Answers seem close, yet unreachable. Books do not hold them. Gurus cannot give them. Truth is neither learned nor taught. It is felt. It is known.
Travel does not satisfy. Every road leads inward. The real journey is in silence. In solitude. In surrender. Faith does not disappear. It only detaches. What is left when belief fades? Only knowing. Only remembering.
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