Dance is everything, and it is evergreen. These movements are the passage to your mind, your innermost loves and hates.
You are betrayed by movement, by dance. So seductive, so yielding, yet hours and hours are necessary to make it truly yours.
Only after breaking pointe shoes, only after pulling your world apart, your body apart for the right line of your arms. Only then, when you see your own shadow moving like water, then you will know, that dance is music made visible.
It is all your ninety-nine words for god. It is evergreen, and it has survived stronger people than you.