still

I'm still. Absolutely still, I don't breath, I don't move, I don't blink, I just stare at that little moth whose life depends to a great extent on my mood. It's scary how a mind can think about so many different things at the speed of light, while the body can be in complete stillness.

»You shall not kill«, how about a moth, why wouldn't i kill it, why would i? Is it going to affect in any way the universe if a moth stops living? I'm still thinking. I'm still, absolutely still...