And when he breathed out, slowly, everything came out with his breath. The startling brightness of the sun, the serenity and strength between the trees, the wind and the waves and the stillness of the desert and the liveliness of the jungle and the solar system and the grass and the moon and the Martian Earth and the stars and the nebulae and black holes and exploding gas and infinite universes and galaxies – not just ours, but everything – came out, and everything was felt. The tingling of the greatness and the wonder I found upon my skin.