‘ Since we live where everything is music, everything is dancing. Watch the dust grains moving in the light near the window. Their dance is our dance. We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. ‘
I guess that should be enough said, and beautifully. It certainly takes my mind off thinking that dust motes are an actual blight on the house keepers skills. I talked to friends tonight, they are doing major renovations in their new abode, and they said we tell our friends to keep their shoes on, as they are in the process of replacing the floors. I laughed and said we always tell our friends to keep their shoes on because I don’t actually do floors. Isn’t it fun to be able to change the world by shifting your perspective of it?