The Third Eye They call it the third eye, as if it were superstition, a myth tucked away with incense and chants. But the doorway to God was never outside the body. It was written inward — in breath, in rhythm, in memory carried through blood. Science mapped the genome and named it DNA, a language older than empires, a code repeating life with precision no crown could design. Three letters turning into bodies, bodies turning into generations, generations remembering even when history lies. They