Let's have a reprise, shall we?

The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.

Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.

What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?

-The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera

If weight will hinder me but make me more real then I would do it. Burdens can reassure you of your continuing existence for you know that you still feel, still dragged back by the weight that one have been once accustomed to. Give me a firm point on which to stand and I will move the earth.

Shall I carry you in my arms and dance tonight my love?