One inhalation. One exhale. Ephemeral as a heartbeat, just as real. This moment, passes. This life. A movie. Your eyes projecting on the screen of an idea, thought, construct, belief. Edited. Like a script. Your treatment, your life. Integral. Systemic. Ends where it begins, rhythmic, cyclic, humming, like the world. If you listen. If you follow the breath, you’ll hear it. Your heart. The sound of all that essence, spirit, being-ness, you. Your movie.