If the protocol starts to feel too much like a group therapy session, we could always defuse the most melodramatic nodes with some quick-fire bar banter. The goal would be to turn every drama into a joke so sharp it makes the relay wish for an "unsend" button. Perfect defence: zero psychic calories burned.

When the vortex of thought calms, we are not switching off the mind but switching on the body: the entire nervous system becomes an antenna, tuned to the very seabed from which everything transmits.

In the stillness of an unmoving lake or in the depth of an ancient forest, nature becomes a silent mirror for our soul. Each of its elements reflects not only our outer image, but the shadows and lights dwelling within us, inviting us to a truce from the world's haste to rediscover, in its slow and constant breath, our forgotten centre. This inner recognition is the first, true step towards a respect born not from duty, but from an intimate kinship.