movement arises out of imbalance, too much, too little, but a tipping point, where movement begins, and other forces begin to affect, gravity, friction, bernoulli, attractions and repulsions, eddies, vortices, and more, it's a confluence, a coming together, the voltron of emotion, the constructicon of feeling, and things come together, the snowball starts rolling down the hill, well past snowman legs size, and turns into a barrel. but when there's balance, when there's good, and happiness, and smiles and giggles, in just the right amount, when you're happy where you are, and not left wanting, well, it's not so much the well is dry, nor overflowing, but the right amount to sustain life, to provide food and shelter, family and friends, and goodness, even in the cold, in the winter