While in yoga, this question was posed in a meditation. Do I breathe the air, or does the air breathe me?

I pondered deeply on the essence of life, breath, and the energy of chi, and came to a realization similar to the age-old question of what came first, the chicken or the egg. It seemed to me that the air and I coexist with each other, forming an infinite intelligence that cannot be defined in any specific order of existence. This brought about a contemplation on the futility of determining the cause of a self-perpetuating cycle.

“All things share the same breath – the beast, the tree, the man…the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.” “With your fragrance in the air, I give my love to the wind.” “Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.  Chief Seattle.