The Dance of a Good Thing is a heady dance, into which only those who know of it are admitted. Sweeping solitary and pairwise around the great crystal floor amid flashing stars and wisps of fog in ever-widening circles about unknown centres, those who will think pass the time in thought.

To think for oneself is the Good Thing, and only those I see like me beneath the great skull-dome can I respect — or rather, will I respect. For respect is a choice commodity, and I will not dishonour those my compatriots in this glorious Dance by permitting those who have decided to follow after Lesser Things to partake in their reward.

Never will I cease this Dance, and ever will I be its greatest apostle.
So now I say to you, Come, join me in a dance. Join the Dance of a Good Thing.