bohemian rhapsody, or, life=maya=illusion=whirlwind

The whirlwind goes on no matter what else happens. When things seem to slow down it's just a pause in the storm, a brief inhalation in the breath of life that will then come back with greater fury than before, shaking you from your slumber and knocking you in ways you can't predict, although it's merely a sigh to the universe. This is just part of the ride, and it's best to let go and sail through it. Don't forget it's all illusion anyway (you want maya on that?)