Across cultures and languages, there're similarities in the words for "air" and "breath" and "spirit." Paleo-Hebrew used the letters YHWH as a name for God that, when spoken, mimics the sound of breath. Ancient mystics found this to mean that upon drawing your first breath and when breathing your last, you're uttering the name of the divinity flowing through you.
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You don't have to tell me, you can handle anything
I don’t have to tell you there is no such thing as grace
You call it sacred, maybe, I just call it strange
Either way, it’s okay
I don't know where you're going
I'm not too worried for it
I think you've got this figured out
You're breathing in
And you’re breathing out
There ain't too much struggle, there ain't too much fight
You’ve just got to be here, you don't need to make it right
One hand holds a little, maybe, one hand holds it all
But there is no difference, no fault
I don't know where you're going
I'm not too worried for it
I think you've got this figured out
You're breathing in
And you’re breathing out
No good thing disappears
No good thing disappears
No good thing can leave the air
I don't know where you're running
I'm not too worried for it
I think you've got this down by now