I Don't Feel Competitive.

Melt Their Weapons, Melt Their Hearts, Melt Their Anger With Love.

Maybe The Tragedy Of The Human Race Was That We Had Forgotten That We Are Each Divine.

Ballet Is The Repetitive Training Of The Body For The Purpose Of Executing Steps In Traditional Fashion. It Is Tied To And Bound By The Past. It Is A Disciplined Beauty Consciously Preserved In The Image Of The Old Days In Societies That Were Class-conscious And Appreciative Of Elitist Physical Expertise.

I'm Too Direct And Too Unsparingly Impatient.

Someday Perhaps Change Will Occur When Times Are Ready For It Instead Of Always When It Is Too Late. Someday Change Will Be Accepted As Life Itself.