breathe in
This is a true story. Once upon a time you were a water-breather, you existed in the same sea that gave all life to this planet and in that endless moment you were one with that sea, until across an unfathomable divide, a yawning unearthly chasm, there was a sudden perception that the sea was without and you, within. And as the inexorable tide of the sea flowed into you you gave a start of recognition and apprehension and for the very first time your mother realized that you were truly alive.
breathe out
When you were thrust or suddenly lifted into the pain of light the last of the sea was coughed from your tiny lungs and you knew without words or images that this was the worst thing that had ever happened to you. You were surrounded by deadly poison, a pestilent invisible sea of some occult fluid far too thin to do anything but invade and destroy the very fiber of your sad, weak, wet little being. You had only the dim and rapidly decaying memory of the safe warm sea that was to comfort you at the end of your existence. And only in that memory, only in the trust and hope that Whatever had granted you the singular bliss of that original existence would somehow make a place for you in this attenuated and unbreatheable world, you took your first leap of faith to
breath in
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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