Death summons each one of us to a dance.
The pope, the king, the peasant, the scribe and the maiden are all put on notice.
She whispers; Come lets dance, dance, dance.
What shall we do?
Will we embrace or shun the dance?
Will we draw her up close, hold her waist, lock eyes and move gracefully
Or will we have her at arms length, shy and recoiling at her touch?
For the manner in which we dance with her is the manner in which we Iive.
Indeed, the dance with Death is the dance with her twin sister,
Life.
Fabio