If you want to know someone's name at an extended family gathering, I am your girl. But if you want a riveting conversation about physics, go to John. I asked him about the law of conservation, and how there is a finite quantity of matter that can change in form but not in amount. He went on for a few minutes, about how mass cannot be created or destroyed, but I am still confused. 

There was a woman who wrote to the New York City Ballet on behalf of her daughter. She wanted her child, who is limited by cerebral palsy, to have a chance to experience dancing. The directors responded by creating an event for children with special needs.  Nineteen children arrived in wheel chairs and braces to spend the day with the principal dancers of an elite company. These girls and boys are limited by bodies that do not comply, while the dancers have crafted theirs to the pinnacle of expression. 

Of course the mothers were weepy. For one magical day they saw their children, whom they spend their lives propping up, find pleasure in movement. It goes without saying that the kids had fun. They were fully present in their limbs, not just in one more therapy session, but being lofted along by the music. 

Yet the ballerinas. They too were blessed. One said that from having no real understanding of disabilities he experienced connection. Another said it was an emotional experience for her, seeing children who struggle find a sense of freedom.

How does that work? Where did the surplus of joy come from? Everyone present was infused with good feelings, with no loss to account for it. Even me, and the other people who read about it are impacted with happiness. Physics claims that nothing can be created nor destroyed, yet here it is out of nowhere. 

Maybe the heart follows its own laws.