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Stop you!. Don't you see that you are turning on you, don't you see that you have lost the thread and you are consuming your energies to pretending to do anything? Stop you! An instant only. But stop you. And breathe. You breathe to full lungs. Lets enter the world that surrounds you, leave it enter you for an instant, and abandon you completely, in the following instant, giving everything of you to the world, in the breath that lets go out. Do you never have stopped to think in how much in how much do places have stayed the air that breathes already? And in how much other places will go the air that you have breathed? Impalpable it is the thread that there unites all, impalpable like the air that we breathe. Lets wind from these thoughts, and fly far with them, fly with the imagination, on the tops immaculate where nobody never has set foot, in the heart of luxuriant forests, in which the nature reigns sovereign; dragon-fly becomes, that slide light on the eyelash of a fall, eagle becomes that ploughs unperturbed the deeper throats. It is time you could return, following your breath, in the present instant. How much time is gone? Perhaps only few instants, perhaps whole eternity, absorbed in her are amazed by the exist. You take back your run also, if you can, if you want. Or the quality of your movements, now, has changed?