I am just a man. Tipping on a wire. Tight-rope walking fool, balanced on desire.

I am just a man. Juggling swaying spheres. Levitating orbs of gold and ochre.

I am just a man. Character and chancer; jester and dancer.

Non-beings divine parachuted into the Anthropocene, now mortal amnesiacs.

Once transcendent fox-trotters, jiving across an infinitude of moments. Now at the frontier of all that has been, and at the precipice of all that will be.

A coalescence of the expansive entirety into the singular temporal.

And here we arrive, in the same moment that we arise.

Man is synonym for eternal spirit embodied.

The game is realised, and the game is afoot.

It is not a game of self-transcendence; nor is it one of competition. It cannot be won, yet nor can it be escaped.

We do not know where we have come from, nor where to return to. But we do know this hereness, and we do know this me.

Be non-duality, proclaims the guru. Be awareness itself, suggests the wise.

An essential step, no doubt. An understanding as a key that unlocks a door to a skill-tree laden with opportunity.

But it is not the road, nor the destination, of the project.

The Self is not whole, nor ever will it be, nor should we will it so.

The ego is not consecrated, yet nor is it dispensable.

Lose yourself just to find it again. Take your tools of play – your bean bags and clubs, your tap shoes and flats – and create patterns from the ether such as they have never been patterned before.

Music as the alchemical divination of potentiality into harmony. Art as the splicing of experience into expression and inspiration.

Creativity as Divine. Connection as Leap. Being as Dance.

We are shimmering dragons, fluttering across instantiation – serpentine and mythical, slanted and smiling.

Currents across wind-chimed helixes, sounding out to the universe a song of existence.

Drifters on Rainbow Road, gliding through rain and light with grace and abandon.

Do not transcend The Self. Realise it.

Do not escape The Matrix. Express it.

Do not beat The System. Smile with it.

This is a Game of Dance.

And The Game is Afoot.