Oh dancers of joy and expression, may we continue and bless the drab with overturned pots of vibrant colour and life! For sometimes this world humans have developed is so dark and cold, dull and dreary, mentally colder and darker than any winter. So may they who can dance, dance and shimmy the mental dust off and sweep the dreary away from the mucky muck! For it really would be a shame not to dance while we can and wherever our fun loving, joyful hearts find us, even if it might only be possible in thought. ‘Cogito, ergo sum exultant lusibus’ is Latin for ‘I think, therefore I dance’.
Over Soil 