For there to be air. You breathe. But what arrives with the air that you instantly toss to the side? What if you learned that your body collects thoughts and patterns from other living things? Does that give you permission to suddenly toss it away? Taking the time to recognize what real energy is... The pace through this race will slow down the rate of speed once traveled. What if your next thought truly doesn't belong to you but rather came from a budding rose?