As I inhale deeply I open up every cell in my body to all the good vibrations of the universe.

Breathing is the only system in the body that runs itself and also takes requests. That's a strange privilege, and mostly an unused one.

Watch someone about to say the thing they'll regret. There's a half-second where the breath goes shallow and high in the chest. Nothing else reports the state of the mind that quickly, and nothing else responds that quickly to being asked.

Whatever you believe about cells and the universe, the mechanics hold: a slow inhale lengthens the gap between what happens and what you do about it. That gap is where most of a life's better decisions get made.