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The Movement Of The Waves, Of Winds, Of The Earth Is Ever In The Same Lasting Harmony. We Do Not Stand On The Beach And Inquire Of The Ocean What Was Its Movement Of The Past And What Will Be Its Movement Of The Future. We Realize That The Movement Peculiar To Its Nature Is Eternal To Its Nature. The Dancer Of The Future Will Be One Whose Body And Soul Have Grown So Harmoniously Together That The Natural Language Of That Soul Will Have Become The Movement Of The Body.

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?

There Are Joys So Complete, So All Perfect, That One Should Not Survive Them.

The Wind? I Am The Wind. The Sea And The Moon? I Am The Sea And The Moon. Tears, Pain, Love, Bird-flights? I Am All Of Them. I Dance What I Am. Sin, Prayer, Flight, The Light That Never Was On Land Or Sea? I Dance What I Am.

I Preach Freedom Of The Mind Through Freedom Of The Body; Women, For Example - Out Of The Prison Of Corsets.