If God is a dancefloor…

According to Pink in her song God is a DJ: “If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor, love is the rhythm, you are the music”. Which is troubling for me, really, because if life is the dance floor and love is the rhythm and we are the music, then who the hell is dancing? Is no one dancing at all? Is that the point? Is the point that life is empty and pointless – a farce of creation without function or utility? Or is it still worse than that? Perhaps it’s demons and monsters that dance to us, stomping all over life, letting their evil hearts race to the rhythms of our loves and getting sweaty and emotional and copping off and falling over to the music that is us. We’re nothing but the noise that supernatural clubbers take drugs to! That’s your message, Pink!? Well, thanks for nothing…