Papa Wallenda said: "Life is on the wire. The rest is just waiting".
Pebbles shimmering in the moonlight; my life drips down in a trail so easy to follow.
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!
L'Amour, l'Amour puissant, la Volupté féconde,
Voilà le dieu qui crée incessamment le monde,
Le père de la vie et des destins futurs!
C'est par l'Amour fatal, par ses luttes cruelles,
Que l'univers s'anime en des formes plus belles,
S'achève et se connaît en des esprits plus purs.
Well, for as long as I can remember, that’s what being alive has felt like. Can’t have form without space. Can’t experience light without dark.