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A song was singing to itself on a street without revelers. The radio? Its abstract, wind-borne carnival stirred excitement and nostalgia.
All that ever danced was dancing in the empty afternoon. And other, future dances danced, teaching the unmotivated earth that feasting needs no motive. And the long struggle, the search for signs, the quest among shadows, the doubtful voyage toward the divine, all yields to what, in a roving voice, a certain song that sings itself seeks to bring into our life.