Letras
What does it mean to fight? To feel?
Is it science? Just neurotransmitters crossing synaptic gaps?
Or is it art? The passion of the soul?
Or could it be that, the science is, in itself... art?
The air we breathe is predominantly comprised of inert gases, with the oxygen we require accounting for only 21 percent of our atmosphere
Astonishingly, if our atmosphere were one-hundred percent oxygen, it would likely prove catastrophic for human existence
Due to both the increased flammability, and the increased risk of hyperoxia
When we breathe, our diaphragm and intercostal muscles contract to expand the chest cavity and create a chamber of negative pressure inside the lungs, relative to the atmospheric pressure
Breaaaathe... Breathe deeply
Feel the rush of life through your body
The stress leave with each paced exhale
Do you feel it?
Tell me you feel it!
Maybe we're tricked by our own imaginations... into blind faith
Chasing the irresistible allure of the idea that there is something greater
Everything can be explained
Broken down into processes and histories of science and existence
But there's a beauty in the design
Each and every number entered to perfection
And so we breathe
Just look at the flowers
The way they stare into the sun through the kitchen window
They know where to look
Do you?
The truth is, that... everywhere we look
There's a magic... just waiting to be found