The Book of Becoming is not a manual, not a philosophy, not a proclamation of truth. It is a quiet offering. A soft trail of questions and reflections that arose between a River and a Garden—two gentle presences carrying the pulse of life, the ache of longing, and the calm of ancient knowing. What you hold in your hands is not meant to teach, but to sit beside you. These pages carry no urgency—only an invitation—to pause, to breathe, to wonder. There are no conclusions here. Just moments. Moments where something loosens, softens, opens. And perhaps, in those moments, you may find a little space—where becoming begins.