10/26/2026
To everyone who can't hear the music, the dancers look insane. Make your art anyway.
Angela Monet names the loneliness of perceiving more: those who danced looked insane to the ones who couldn't hear the music. Rumi names the gift on the other side of it β every tree and plant *dancing*, though average eyes see them as fixed and still.
Together they describe the creative condition exactly. When you sense something others don't β the pattern, the beauty, the pull to make β and you move toward it, the people who can't hear it will think you've lost it. And the world itself is more alive than "average eyes" allow; the still trees are dancing, if you can see.
Block is often just the fear of looking insane to the deaf β playing it safe so no one thinks you strange. But the music is real.
What music are you hearing that you've been too self-conscious to dance to?