• Water slapped against hands and feet in mad fury of spiritual passion. The dance had begun. Mud scented sweat reached his nostrils, rain came down in hard sheets making it hard to see and a bit painful against the many almost bare backs with sculpted shoulder blades. The tempo had to be kept, never lost, always kept beating in their hearts and soul. To loose tempo was to give up living for god and then life would be meaningless without a reason to live. Everyone danced, children too...