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For Krissy, here’s Safety Dance (Max++ for finding it):

She and I enjoyed this song loudly and with enthusiastic, if seated, dancing when we heard it on the radio during a drive from Canada. I decided that the song really deserves more “Whoo!” sounds while singing along, and we both remembered that robot-dance is awesome.

There are other stories to be told from that trip but I’ll leave them for another time maybe (or let Kris tell her version of them, whatever comes first).

Oh not because happiness exists
that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss.
—
But because truly being here is so much; because everything here
apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way
keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.
—
…Ah, but what can we take along
into that other realm? Not the art of looking,
which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing.
The sufferings, then. And above all, the heaviness,
and the long experience of love, — just what is wholly
unsayable.

– Rilke, The Ninth Duino Elegy (slightly different translation than above)

One of my favorite poems, cited in The Time Traveler’s Wife, a very good book recommended by Ted.