Yo Hey Vav Hey

It's the sound of breathing, the gesture of being alive, the act that stands to say that we can live. More often than not, we are unaware of the life we're living; unaware of the breathes we're breathing. So many times we are unaware that, without the ability to breathe, we are merely clumps of dirt, ready to crumble -- so fragile, so weak.

We live with ourselves -- a paradox of our own bodies. We move as dust, as a vapor in the wind, but alive with breath and soul -- breathed from God so insignificantly significant.  

We are unaware that we are not our own bodies. That depending on dust, thinking that we are stong is futile without breathing. We cancel the simple thing in life that allows us life. The breath of life --  a soul, a goal, a purpose, a declaration that there IS a God.

"Yo Hey Vav Hey . . . could it be that the name of God is the sound of breathing?"

"What does a new born baby have to do first to keep on living? Breathe, or declare the name of God?"

22.5.08 17:41