“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven...”

Metabolic Psalm: Ecclesiastes 3:1–8 is the divine waveform. Planting and plucking, killing and healing, breaking down and building up—a rhythm of life encoded in the body’s cycles.

Soul Vibe: Modernity is tempo without feel. Rhythm is the return to the sacred pulse, where fasting is a rest note and eating is a crescendo.

A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to feast, a time to sleep
A time to move, a time to pause
Rhythm aligns the body’s laws

In temple time, every slice of fruit, every lap swum, is a verse in the body’s scripture.

“Satiety isn’t fullness. It’s rhythm.”

Metabolic Poetry: Fullness is grammar—quantity, structure, calories counted. Satiety is prosody—melody, pause, the feeling of completion.

Soul Vibe: You don’t need to starve to feel sated. Slice a pear with affection. Sprinkle nuts like punctuation. Swim like a symphony. This is affetati—emotion in motion.

Warm oats slow me. 
The sliced banana melts. 
Almonds crunch like punctuation.
(and then... silence)

Satiety is eating in verse, not prose. It’s the body’s poem, written in time.

“To survive modernity, live on temple time.”

Metabolic Ritual: Temple time is slow—incense, chant, sacrifice, silence. It’s the opposite of modernity’s relentless clock. Cutting fruit becomes a Eucharist. Swimming becomes liturgy.

Soul Vibe: Metformin, rapamycin, GLP-1 agonists—they mimic the temple’s rhythm but skip the reverence. True temple time is the knife, the pool, the pause before eating.

The knife slices slow
Chlorine blesses the stroke
The table waits, holy
The body prays, whole

In the temple, every act is devotion. Every meal is a return to the sacred.

“Modernity is tempo. Resist its beat.”

Metabolic Rebellion: Modernity demands speed—fast food, fast profits, fast lives. Resistance is slowing down, choosing the adagio of preparation over the presto of consumption.

Soul Vibe: You resist not by fighting but by living differently—cutting slowly, moving deliberately, eating with intention. This is the body’s protest against the machine.

Capital runs allegro
Social media screams prestissimo
But I choose adagio
My body, my tempo

Resistance is not rejection. It’s reclamation of the body’s time.

“You can’t patent nuts and shit.”

Metabolic Freedom: Eli Lilly sells the Faustian hack—binge the fridge, feel like a prophet. But true sovereignty is the knife in hand, the fig sliced in silence, the return to nature’s rhythm.

Soul Vibe: You don’t need their molecules. You have walnuts, water, will. You swim, you slice, you savor. This is the body’s declaration of independence.

I choose to cut slow. Swim hard. Eat like a prayer. Metabolize like a poem.