The metaphor of dancing through a labyrinth
Facing tribulations while running into dead ends and disappointments
As you stumble you slowly remove the perceptions of yourself that you carried when entering the maze
In the middle of the maze the reward you find is a mirror, do you recognize yourself
The person that you convinced yourself you are, and perceptions that others have of you are gone
The idea of Horace Gaither has fallen, but staring back at him is Miss Sissy Grandson