We breathe yes into every no because it's easier that way. That whispered affirmation That sighing hope is the pebble that shakes from the cuff of your pants and rolls unnoticed to the pond where its invisibility is compromised.
It becomes something beating heaving causing. What erupts from it concentrically is no natural event no miraculous happenstance but the direct effect of our willful breaths proclaiming fervently yes.