The dance floor is crowded with people and there is barely a spot to move. First the piano begins. Then the congas come in. Then the horn section comes in. The rhythm of the Dao is flowing, its pulsating beat touching everything in the universe. Thump, thump, thump. You can feel its vibrations rocking you. One club is like the next club which is like the next club. You pile into the car and go home. At home, you can still feel it beating within you. It’s like when you are on a boat and you get off and you can still feel the rocking sensation even though you are on land. The Dao is always pulsating inside of us even if we do not realize it.