Dancing: The Highest Intelligence In The Freest

To Awaken Human Emotion Is The Highest Level Of Art.

The Dance - It Is The Rhythm Of All That Dies In Order To Live Again; It Is The Eternal Rising Of The Sun.

The Only Dance Masters I Could Have Were Jean-jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman And Nietzsche.

The Butcher With His Bloody Apron Incites Bloodshed, Murder. Why Not? From Cutting The Throat Of A Young Calf To Cutting The Throats Of Our Brothers And Sisters Is But A Step. While We Ourselves Are Living Graves Of Murdered Animals, How Can We Expect Any Ideal Conditions On The Earth?

It Is Only In Romances That People Undergo A Sudden Metamorphosis. In Real Life, Even After The Most Terrible Experiences, The Main Character Remains Exactly The Same.