"My heart has taught me to feel each breath as it teaches me to live."

calls up a cartoon image of a big bloody heart, holding a small batton, wearing a mortar board (old fashioned schoolteachers hat)in front of a blackboard, saying to Milky, (sitting at a desk in the classroom),

"OK Milky, I'll explain it in another way. Breath in through your nose, or if it's blocked with divine nectar because of your cold, breath through your mouth. That feeling in your chest, that's air going to your lungs that is. Stop breathing and you die. Got it yet?"

Last time I saw Milky he thought he was "God realised", and was telling people (or at least the person I spoke to, who may have been his only disciple) they should "do propagation" and spread the word about his enlightened state. God bless his blissful smile.