The last thing you want to be in this world is a pass-through. Where you slide by unnoticed and unheard. If you slow down your breathing, you can almost not exist in this world.
In that queit, I know you can hear it. A slow thumper to unfettered rumble, a pound and then a roar. You called the lion and and removed the pin in your paw and then swiped at life.
It was hurt and it heard you. You moved and it felt you. You are a part of this world and nothing else has been right since.
Thanks for stepping in this one. We missed you.