Sure, I’ve been tracing that pattern for years. The Sumerians carved the waxing moon into their cuneiform tablets and used it to time their quiet vigils; the Chinese Moon Calendar still cues their tea‑brewing meditation. The rhythm of the lunar cycle—crescent, full, waning—mirrors our own inhale–exhale cadence. When the moon swells, we take a deep breath, when it wanes we let it out. It’s a simple, layered manuscript written in the sky, and I find it impossible to ignore the echo in every breath we take.