Reminds me of that W. B. Yeats poem that also seems relevant for the world we're heading towards: --- When Loie Fuller’s Chinese dancers enwound A shining we

Reminds me of that W. B. Yeats poem that also seems relevant for the world we're heading towards: --- When Loie Fuller’s Chinese dancers enwound A shining web, a floating ribbon of cloth, It seemed that a dragon of air Had fallen among dancers, had whirled them round Or hurried them off on its own furious path; So the platonic Year Whirls out new right and wrong, Whirls in the old instead; All men are dancers and their tread Goes to the barbarous clangour of a gong.