"'I'm feeling existential,' he said. 
Because she knew that feeling too well, she put on music & invited him to dance barefoot as the wood-grain brushed his skin. 
Too weary to argue, he complied. 
Wrapping her arms around him, she stepped gently onto his feet & said: 
'Now you can move in any direction, & I'll help keep you grounded.'
Just then, a small crack formed in his angst & despite his malaise, in that moment he felt something."
 
This story is for those who already know--and those who need to know--that music and dancing are key to forming the tiny cracks in existential angst that derail its hold on us.