‘I will only believe in a god that knows how to dance, and when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound and solemn. He was the spirit of gravity – through him all things fall. Not by wrath but by laughter do we slay. Come; let us slay the spirit of gravity!
I learned to walk, since then I let myself run. I learned to fly. Since then I do not need pushing in order to move from a spot. Now I am light, now I can fly, now I see myself under myself. Now a god dances through me.’-Thus spake Zarathustra. Neitzsche
Learning to Rest with it All 