I've been thinking - on that idea the old American Indians had, when they interpret THE AIR as being SACRED - AND, to think of it, if we are surrounded by something SACRED - am i the only one who feel an uplifting force from that thought - THE AIR as sacred, i mean that makes me question EVERYTHING, and in a way i'm contented by the thought of dying, as i choose to breath the sacred air, stay in it - still i am fine with whatever happens, i'm happy FOR THIS MOMENT, being in this sacred world..