““Breathing is not the process of being filled and emptied: breathing is the act of actually making love to the whole world, which is to say the world is your lover, which is to say love the whole world, in all sweaty folds and scabbed pockmarks, which is to say love your dirty corners, your stalk-like legs and barrel hips, love all the no and the no and the no that brought you rigth here, to this moment and love the yes. The yes: the breath that found its way to you, built a home in your blood cells, changed itself to better suit you and for it, tonight, you say: I was made to breathe and move and give, which is to say love. Love. I was made to love.””