Breathe in, and realize that the breath you just took is nothing but air. It could mean so many different things. It could just be a simple act of respiration. Or it could be the last breath you take before you die. Or, worse yet, you could use that breath to speak, and expel a notion of your understanding, Words made with wind, So subtle, trying to communicate an understanding to whoever will listen, Via vibrations in the air. One Center of the Universe, And that is you. A single focal point of consciousness, Which you can never escape, Because you are there, and you can never be anywhere else. One light, Which allows you to see, Look into it and be blinded, Or Look away and see the Dark, One Moment, There can only ever be a single moment. And that is now. And everything here has come from the past, rushing up at you all at once, And it will force itself into the future, rupture the gates, and spill causality all over the place, Despite you, Being, in the moment.