All the darkness, and the negativity, and the spooky shit, and guilt, fear, and crap you thought was inside you, And the bad things you think you've done, And all the things you feel terrible about secretly; You realize that's nothing. It's an illusion. The universe loves you, you're completely embraced by the entire universe, you're an incremental part of the functioning of the cosmos, and you're an incredible, wonderful, perfect fucking thing.