Then the Great Silence descended from the heavens like a rebounding gust, “I am the breath of your breath,” it said. “Within your lungs does my breath echo, exhaled involuntarily as the breath of life’s Infinite Principle. In yours do I live and in mine do you. I breathe infinity, while you inhale my essence as mingled ethers within yours. Every soul is born of pure conscience, which only falters when false images of the self are given you by others.  Excerpt from “Diary of a Seeker,” Volume 1, page 152, Wednesday, 15 mar 2017