The other Morris dance...

First of all? Should anyone get ahold of downloads of Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers seasons one and two--and possibly three, but that's a lot less important--please get it to me.  Immediately.  'Cause... eeeh, young Tommy Oliver.  ...Er. Basically, I had a young childhood crush on the White Ranger, and I distinctly remember when Kimberly Hart fainted just prior to his identity being revealed, and it was, like, the height of my childhood romance spree to think about Tommy/Kimberly.  And I wanted to be the White Ranger when I was ickle.  And I LOVED those episodes and could never find them. Please? Someone help me?

...Also, if Jenny were less callous and less... snarky, and Giles more competent, their early relationship would be vaguely reminiscent of Chris and Kim's.  And... okay, this is my periodic GILES IS LOVE squee.  Just... oh my god, I love him. So much. Aaaack. This has nothing to do with Cinaed. Really. Nothing at all. ....ILOVEHIM.

On to the point of all this.

I've been obsessed with death lately. I... I don't know why. I just am.  This is what Gaiman and Pratchett have done to me.  I can't stop thinking about it. It's not like I'm... suicidal, because I'm not. I love life.  I love it more than anything.  I don't want to give it up--I'll live forever or die trying, as Yossarian says.  I was... I opened Reaper Man.  Found the comment about the Morris dance, went looking for the one about the other Morris dance.  And... I think that's why.  Life and Death. The Ankh.  The Morris dance is danced on the first day of spring--a celebration of life.  And in the Ramtops, Pratchett says, they understand you need to dance the other Morris dance.  And it's why I'm thinking about it so much.  Because... you can't really love life and understand it if you don't love and understand death.  For the balance of things.

You've got to dance both, they say. Otherwise you can't dance either.