Fractal geometry depicts this, and I tell you that this is The Central Feature of the World.
Semantic reasoning yields Truth - either the truth of self-evident error (you cannot help but notice it immediate - an absolutely true and reliable force of correction), or the immediate conviction that you've just nailed it - Eureka. Follow this, it's under your nose. Trust yourself alone and insist on following this breath with another.
You yourself are indelibly constructed identically to all of Creation itself. Look and see - parts calm, parts stormy, parts hot or cold... you are a fluctuating Universe in your own right - so long as you continue to breathe.
The Universe "outside" of you appears to effortlessly lay itself out on its own, inviting you to move within it, serving ground for your feet, air for your nose, water for your mouth. It cleans itself as it moves, as it breathes. The breath of the World moving its waters is its self-referential reordering course - an inevitable eventuality. Your living body must follow the very same principle - move your breath anywhere within yourself that you are in pain, and by insisting that this breath will be followed with another, you will again be granted another breath after the momentary death that is and has always been that very turning between. Breathe alive; taking foulness in- fragrance. Breathe alive; expelling fragrance. Death only between the two, never long at all by comparison. Never.
The World does not move in denial of any of its instincts or desires - it is not capable, as art Thou. Instead, the world simply and humbly is, whether it breathes stinky foul air or fair flowery fragrance. Its gentle acceptance of either, as neither good nor bad but simply as itself, and so cherished and put to its place by its own nature alone, is the thing that guarantees that it WILL live on. You know that Life goes on even if you should make the temporary error of forgetting to keep breathing along with it.
In this way, the World itself keeps you, whether you are alive in it or dead and only moved by it. Since It is Thou anyway, even in death you are living on in it, and may only take up the participatory act at once and utterly at will by breathing yourself into all that you are, here and now.
Of course it must begin precisely as you are! The Atlantic was never swum in a single stroke. Breathe Now and All Ways.