We are alive and happy with breath. Each heartbeat pulsing through our veins into our bones, our soul. Liquid gold. Thick, like honey. Soft, like fresh dew on the morning leaves, that glistening of the frost. Our warm breath on the air, marking our individual presence in a world shaped by so many lives — so much life. We are the one with world and the world lies within us. We are replete, intoxicated with desire. And so very alive. Wondrously, dangerously alive.