“I’ve never really understood the difference between breath and breathe. The action and the substance are so much the same that no one takes a minute to think about there subtle differences. Or similarities for that matter. They’re both eternal. They’re both external and internal, and either one’ll tell a racist joke in Georgia while denouncing omelets for being chicken abortion in India. Then again, you won’t catch a breathe wafting through the air on a cold winter morn, and I’ve yet to hear breath other than when breathe is using it to play the wheeze.

Breathe is familiar with the organs. It asks the lungs how they’d feel about a Camel Light after dinner, and makes sure the heart is back on good terms with the arteries. Even brain has been spotted frequenting breathe’s airspace and save for the funny bone (who so rarely makes an appearance, and when does is generally unwelcomed), breathe is on cross your fingers tight and rope the cows terms with each and every inch of the body.

Breath, he’s got nothing to do with the body and it’s mere coincidence that at times he even shares space with breathe. Breath runs with a more nomadic, free spirited crowd. Through the leaves and above the clouds, blanketing the world and separating blades of grass like hairs on a bald man’s head, breath is silent and spiritual. God knows breath personally. If God farted while they were watching football, breath probably wouldn’t even mention it, but wouldn’t be uncomfortable if the big guy called him on the same foul. People, they agree more with breathe. Breathe tries to keep a pattern going. People like patterns. People like farts, too, most of them just don’t admit it, but leave one rip one day, then let it be known that you played that whistle. Everyone, right away, will start sniffing.” ~ ClickNathan