There are still tastes to enjoy

"To be on the line is life. All else is waiting".
Oh, where do I know this from? Was it Erving Goffman, in The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life, who quoted for me the words of a tightrope walker, who was hospitalized after a serious fall? The way I remember the quotation is, "To be on the line is life. All else is waiting".
As if to say that when we stand perfectly, precariously, in the balance between falling to this side or falling to that side, in that heady, alert state, then we are truly alive. We've stood there, all of us, and we stand there together now, whispering and singing and calling out, like angels over a blade of grass, "Live! Live! Live! There are still tastes to enjoy". There are still seders to serve, flowers to arrange, birthdays to count, stairs to look at, daunted and yet undaunted, and then climb, appreciating the offers of help, but pushing the help away; you can climb them yourself and will climb them yourself.
To be on the line is life. And today, we all stand on the line, seeing this possibility and that, and knowing that what is meant to be will be. There are so many tastes not yet tasted.