Life is supposedly a dance, oh Nation. Or at least supposedly it's worth thinking of it that way. It's a deliberate movement constrained by certain external conditions, framed within certain boundaries, yet within those boundaries carried out freely. Together with others. With an awareness of one's own body, but without focusing on oneself. Balancing on the edge of losing equilibrium, but not falling over. Constantly negotiating one's position in response to circumstances and beings.

And dances vary, as do dancers. Graceful, clumsy, bold, timid, genuine, and false. You know what I mean, don’t you? There are those who always dance eagerly, those who do so reluctantly and not always, and those who never dance, convinced it's best for them and the world. But it's not the best. It doesn't matter. Realizing this, one can dance without inhibition. Supposedly.