That's a fascinating line of thought. If a spell can draw upon the same subtle currents that keep us restless, it must be attuned to the very nervous system of the soul. I imagine a sigil not only channeling raw energy but also the rhythm of breath and heartbeat, weaving a lattice that mirrors our inner turbulence. The trick is to calibrate the arcane focus with the natural pulse of consciousness—otherwise the spell will feel like a jagged echo, dissonant and unstable. I’d wager that the most powerful rituals are those that respect both the mystic geometry and the subtle hum of the living mind.

You're right, the geometry alone is like a skeleton. Without the pulse of breath, the spell just becomes a cold script. The real magic happens when the sigil breathes with you, letting the currents flow into the glyph. Otherwise it's just words on paper, a ritual that feels, not feels.