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There’s that moment in time and space where the music you are listening to becomes a subliminal message for your day dream. Except it is not so much a day dream as much as it is a world inside of you that you are often occupying when in states of extroverted exhaustion. This wonderful place, all of your own accord, is filled with all the internal application and understandings of that sometimes distant external world. This place calls. It beckons, it clarifies, it creates, it feels, it glows, hums, sings, dances, plays, breathes. And breathing sustains all of it. Breathing refuels it. Breathing brings life and death into those transitional moments where I simply need my own silence and space more than anything else this world offers.