Shakespeare is a wonderful read on a subject like this, as there is a deep rhythm in Shakespeare, flowing along under the action above.

It is the rhythm of life.

And Shakespeare does not come out and say it, look, you moron, but lets the play make its point as you sit watching or reading.

It is the rhythm of our life, and the seasons, Young Spring pushing out Old Man Winter, and you can’t stop it.

Mr. Count, or whoever, says to his wife, absentmindedly, don’t we have a daughter around this castle somewheres?

And all unknow to him, Juliet is running off with Romeo.

That’s Shakespeare, the incarnation of the ability to write.