Scorpio 15. Intently and faithfully a man observes his own breath.
He followed his breath as it wandered in and out of his body. It explored him like an unknown country, a breath without memory, for every moment it was born anew. And as it discovered his hidden realms he discovered them also, for he rode the breath into old, dark territories, places in his body where memories lay dormant, memories that woke as the breath moved through them, dissolvede them and carried them away in its exhalations. It was the work which the breath had been waiting to perform, patiently, for all these years.