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An epilogue to the aforementioned dance project is in order. Greg sent me these thoughts on his experience:

it was — less. in most ways. less everything. less isolating, less emotional, less discovery. half hearted. the room was too small and everything i did felt truncated. i couldn’t work up any real speed, any real hysteria, any real devotion. just boredom; totally aggravating and unceasing. except movement could always undercut anything i was thinking — if i was moving, everything felt ‘normal’, totally familiar. for the first i guess twenty hours or so, nothing new came up movement wise, but after that something shifted and my body became total, it became one thing, all of it, at once. what i did then was familiar but different. also, i connected to my breath as this thing which could hold my mind and body away from flipping out about losing all (most) other landmarks. i counted breaths into the thousands, keeping them slow and deep even when moving relatively rapidly around.

and at the end ‘that was it?’ was there a great revelation? catharsis? expansion of dimension of being? a sense of uncertainty — did it ‘work’? did i fail because i think i passed out for some blank amount of time during the first night, because i didn’t exhaust myself athletically, because if i went to the window i could tell if it was daylight or not and so refused to totally surrender marking time, because i didn’t meditate very much about how to learn political truths from my body? but then i briefly looked in on some of the west coast dancers — one had a chair which she was pushing around listlessly with her feet, one was walking slowly across the back of an empty room, one was just lightly hugging himself and rocking. not in agony or insanity or pain, just sort of shifting weight. could have been for hours. and i was filled with so much compassion, so much empathy, so much awe for the beauty of some kind of spirit which cannot be contained,which is so much more powerful than our ability to know or be certain even that it was there.