Through her biological and cosmic complexities, she becomes one with the object of rest. Her entire structure self-inverts to the dreamland of subconscious, her own personal tunnel of infinity shifts inwards. The miracle of tension is absorbed by instinct. Like the body, the soul's ancient invention of the eye covers itself in the silky protection that surrounds it. She is the charging entity, harvesting life from within. When we rest, we are closer to our creator.