My dear,

The music played,

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

And tragic it’ll be when the dancers stop dancing to that beautiful music.

And thus we must never stop dancing, ever. Even if we be called insane. (And if you think I’m just speaking about dancing when I speak about dancing, then you have misunderstood me. Read again.)

Falsely yours,
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche