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Lungs teach the first lesson: to be alive is an endless labor of breathing independently. Next, wide round eyes overwhelmed with the detection of light, begin discovering order within patterns while the body is soothed only by being held close – the clung-to warmth of another, surrounding. Soon, by discovering our place, a legacy of incorporeal thought pulls us out of our heads, revolving above the multitude of bodies animated by remote control. Except today my right leg taught me speaking above and below the knee, even further up where the hip shifts as I breathed down along the length, allowing a reformation to align, where it kindly revealed in its bodily way that each person collects their knots to be released on the way to freedom, and just as that end is never the same, each twist is unique in undoing. And this is where I rested, spread open to the body's voice that only realizes – beyond the purview of psychology's suffering roots, to that centered, quiet and blissful hue.