is it finite, or infinite?
i have thought about what it is to write into the abyss of internet blogging - thought it to be interestingly, yet depressingly solitary, self-serving... as if others would want to hear what goes on in another's head... anonymous being writing and transmitting through cyberspace ideas that who knows why they cannot find another outlet for? is it the anonymity that we crave, or find solace in? or is it that these thoughts would otherwise not be expressed, out loud, or otherwise? or is it that there is no audience? the only audience that we crave is through the imagined safe space of anonymity... is this not odd...
what world do i live in?
one more thought i send into the abyss:
when you dance en pointe, to those that observe or contemplate dancing en pointe it seems a magical feat of a super-strong toe... magical feat of the feet... and yet, to be en pointe - to poise, balance, perform - has little to do with the toe or the foot. It is all about the core strength supporting the upward energetic pull of the muscular body. The pointe is the minor detail: the strength, the support, the upward energy, the collective movement of the body is the dance; the power.
the point is quite irrelevant.
one more thought i send into the abyss:
when you dance en pointe, to those that observe or contemplate dancing en pointe it seems a magical feat of a super-strong toe... magical feat of the feet... and yet, to be en pointe - to poise, balance, perform - has little to do with the toe or the foot. It is all about the core strength supporting the upward energetic pull of the muscular body. The pointe is the minor detail: the strength, the support, the upward energy, the collective movement of the body is the dance; the power.
the point is quite irrelevant.
