Think about dancing. What a strange practice to the fiercely rational mind! Partners in embrace, agitating on a floor with other couples, no destination in mind, and no purpose other than the enjoyment of the moment.
Think about ballroom dancing as done by Fred and Ginger. An elegance with no meaning or significance other than itself. Great beauty, high art, transient but glorious.
Dancing has rules. There are parameters. There are skills to be learned. One may dance poorly or well, but the pleasure in the participation may have little to do with the technicalities of the dance or the skills of the dancer. The aim is the process. Participation is the point.
Metaphor time. Maybe life is like the dance. We take to the floor for pleasure. There are rules but we gladly submit, for the pleasure. Although constrained, we are free in ways we cannot be in the mundane world of directions, destinations and goals.
Let’s dance!
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