Nothing comes out of thin air.

Each and everyone have their origin, their destination.

If air was a commodity it would probably be gone by now.

Every breath of air is a way to postpone the inevitable end. Each gulp of air of every living thing is an exchange of that scarse currency.

There are eight liters in each breath of air.

It's all yours to be inhaled and exhaled. That's the true spirit, the ghost in the machine.