Breath

Breath is beauty. Listening to another breathe, knowing that they hold on to a semblance of life, fills one with a divine pleasure. Everything has a breath, not just animae and plantae, rocks and buildings, books and sunsets. With breath one can sing, exalt, degrade and insult. What else can convey so much? Breath is divinity.
Do not deny me the pleasure of breathing with you, as I shall not deny you the pleasure of breathing with me.