You Have To Give To The World

What If, Instead Of Being Afraid Of Even Talking About Death, We Saw Our Lives In Some Ways As Preparation For It. What If We Were Taught To Ponder It And Reflect On It And Talk About It And Enter It And Rehearse It And Try It On?what If, Rather Than Being Cast Out And Defined By Some Terminal Category, You Were Identified As Someone In The Middle Of A Transformation That Could Deepen Your Soul, Open Your Heart, And All The While-even If And Particularly When You Were Dying-you Would Be Supported By And Be Part Of A Community?

I Think Of The Security Of Cages. How Violence, Cruelty, Oppression, Become A Kind Of Home, A Familiar Pattern, A Cage, In Which We Know How To Operate And Define Ourselves.

I Think That's Part Of The Whole Denial And Suicidal Mechanism [ Of The Human's Race] Right "oh My God, The House Is On Fire." You Sleep Through The Smoke.

The Cancer In Me Became An Awareness Of The Cancer That Is Everywhere. The Cancer Of Cruelty, The Cancer Of Carelessness, The Cancer Of Greed.

Dance Is Holy, Sexual, And It's A Way Of Being Very Powerful And A Little Dangerous Without Being Violent.