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In the dance hall of the mind, insight slips through our fingers like grains of golden sand; we comb through chaos only to catch whispers where certainties once stood. - Minah Gearhart In the dance hall of the mind, insight slips through our fingers like grains of golden sand; we comb through chaos only to catch whispers where certainties once stood. - Minah Gearhart In the dance hall of the mind, insight slips through our fingers like grains of golden sand; we comb through chaos only to catch whispers where certainties once stood. - Minah Gearhart