The heart is beating to a frantic, twisting beat. It attempts to force as much as it can. A hollow drumming is felt within the confines of an empty shell. The brain beats. Blood rushes furiously like a panicked mob desperately attempting to flee from a burning building. Burning. The stomach turns, and flips, and dances, furiously attempting to escape a pending doom. Petrified, it expels. The left heel taps rapidly in anticipation, like an epileptic fit. Calve muscles tense. The belly squirms. Breath pumps. Frantic fear.

And all of a sudden. BANG! The body stops, the muscles relax, the breath settles, the tapping of the heel shifts into a calm mantra. The beating becomes music. The mind is focused, the heart relaxed. And enlightenment happens. It is not a deep understanding of the things beneath the eyes, but rather the profound comprehension that life matters. The hand scribbles something meaningful in somebody else’s universe which might be akin to its own, but in the end, it ends and that makes all the difference.