Some are oblivious to the presence of the others, no matter. They work at their own tasks dilligently, methodically and with much love for their craft. Each awaiting the appearance of the dancer . . . . She may not appear. The dancer will not be summoned, She moves at Her own will.
Night passes, blessing the devotees of the dancer with small successes and insights.
Some retire to their beds, discouraged, while others continue, moving with the familiar rhythms of their task. Suddenly time stands still and hands move more quickly, papers fly, visions and sketches pour forth with unbelievable speed, complete formulas dance in the air, and entire songs burst forth, clay moves and flows with unbelievable grace . . . . She moves swiftly from one to another, weaving Her invisible web. The dancer moves gracefully as She opens the minds of the passionate, and unites each to the passionate minds of others. Communication begins . . . . .