Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.

Getting to the top is optional. Getting down is mandatory.

A couple of hours after Sunset Michael Robartes returned and told me that I would have to learn the steps of an exceedingly antique dance, because before my initiation could be perfected I had to join three times in a magical dance, for rhythm was the wheel of Eternity, on which alone the transient and accidental could be broken, and the spirit set free.

Dance with me for I take no care of the steps for the dance of the heart knows no rhythm nor style.

The rhythm of the dance lies in the music.

everything has rhythm. everything dances.