So he said to her, more telling than asking, “So you say there cannot be dancing if there is no color?”  What do you mean where there is not color?  Doesn’t everything have color?

With a wisdom older than the lifetimes of all her ancestors, she said, “Dancing is color. It’s all you need to know about dancing and about color.  It’s perhaps all  you need to know about life.”

“I see,”  he finally said... but, of course, he didn’t see at all.