I am enjoying this dance, this happenstance that I cannot discern. Is there something to learn? Why do we insist on yearning for that we cannot touch? We must hold, embrace, trace the irreplaceable sensations that arise in the form of dance— yet it is not in feeling that we feel; it is in knowing, in understanding. To dance is to comprehend and to touch another's hand, only to relax into intelligence. We are alive, we are brilliant; we are infinite. The dance so often changes, but we somehow never trip. We keep on going and going, never to return again. So soothing, the melody that moves us along, until we lose it, leaving nothing but echoes of a song. Let's dance, you and I, all of us, until we die.