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There is infinite wisdom in the pause—the space between breathing in and breathing out. When I am filled up with energy and have the choice of using it for something before I let it go again, that is where the insights congregate. The deep truths. Where new thoughts are born and old dogmas put to rest. There is room for a velvet revolution in there. Peaceful yet monumental. I want to be in that soft bracket all the time.

“Hello? Is somebody in there?” Someone yells while knocking the door down.

I sigh and flush.

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