Acting out a tale, with a beginning, middle and end, with heroes and villains, goals and setbacks, overcoming or failure: this is a ritual, and rituals find resonance in the thrum of our nervous systems, the tattoo of our heartbeats, the dips and spikes of our blood sugar, our adrenal floods and drains. Ritual is the cup that holds the wine of existence; it locates us isolated pinpricks in the mammoth contours of all being, briefly lighting up the mountainscape. It finds us.