Heartbeat of the world.

Sittin' on the, waitin' for the ride.

Engine hummin' beneath me.

It occurs to me, this humble beat of this steel steed.

What is held in the vibration?

Everything's got a beat. You, me, him, her.

All of us.

All the plants and animals, blood and chlorophyll.

Mixin' together in that beat that drives the world.

Under the rough stone of the deepest mine.

Think you can hear it?

A pulse, faint even at our deepest depths.

Down there, beating, sleeping.

Watching.

Can you feel it?

Or maybe you can sense it, you luckier than us.

Does it speak?

It breathes, but what words, spoken or not, are carried on volcanic air.

Does it hate us?

The world's lips spill out the heat of a thousand suns.

But under the faintest whisper, the most silent breath.

You can feel it.

The heartbeat of the world.