Dance, Actress, Biograpy

Triptych beetle: Dance

You want, I'll show you what you are.

Raise your hand on the face amount.
Look at her.
Wpatrz be.
Become aware of every square centimeter of skin, each greenish underneath the current vein, every sting.
Focus on the sensory perception of your body.
Prześliźnij the fingertips after gently bent elastically cheek.
Feel his physicality.
Put your hand to his lips, one of the most sensitive receptors.
Experience the warmth of his skin, her delicate, almost niewyczuwalnego taste.
Meet the smell full of vitality.
Move the mouth a few centimeters, sensing small inequality, fragmentation, delicate texture, life.
Uzmysłów myself as truly as your body thoroughly, while his Embrace individuality.
Pojmij biologism any complicated processes taking place within you.
Hear the noise of his blood.Laurie Anderson
Feel and understand the rhythm of his beating heart.

Now imagine what happens when you die.
Look in your mirror and try to illustrate the course of the decay of your dead face, skin color changes from pink to trupiobladą, the blue, the zgniłozieloną.
Imagine disintegrating skin spots, enlarging them to deepen, to show pleśniejących muscle.
Uzmysłów it a point to prey.
Think of your eyes, your heart, its brain wyjadanym by grubs.
See her lying in a coffin cold, inert corpse turned the worms.
Feel the stench, the worst possible stench of his corpse butwiejącego.
Your body, which is headquartered joy, enthusiasm, love, dreams and become fertilizer. Organic garbage.
Mouth, where it makes its kisses, porosną fungus.
That you are. Meat offal condemned to rot.
Marian Anderson
Faith, Hope, Love?
No - Schedule, decay, death.

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So where do the people in this megalomania? Where in us the illusion that we are more than just animals? Where belief in the divine origin of the relationship with the angels in waiting for us after the miserable life of the land of eternal happiness? How naive of us to chciejstwo immortality? Why is it hard to accept we note that nothing or no one above us is not that we are only here and now? But it so natural. While it is less complicated than the theories claim nieogarnionego assuming the existence of God and the soul surviving death. But we believe that it is different, we feel that we are more than just a cluster of cells ... In addition to all the instincts, impulses, biological behavior, there is in us a desire purity, divinity, the sublime - an unusual thing in other mammals, which is hard to explain evolution and the struggle for existence.Lauren Bacall But we can simply the relatively highly developed intelligence implies such a perception of the world and their place in it. But rather is merely a cultural denizen, the next thing passed down from generation to generation, which praźródła should look at the life of prehistoric peoples. Our ancestors saw his huge intellectual superiority over animals, recognized as probably the creation of completely separate from the fauna and sometimes invent gods, and the immortality of the soul.

Seneca wrote: "If you want something more real properties, to leave this temporary". In this place where I sit 1000 years ago was a forest. For 1000 years will be there may be a great center of the city, rubbish dumps, or the ruins of ancient civilization - the civilization of man. After a few centuries or millennia, finally, will bring our operations consistent lines of self-destruction and then it eventually -Joan Baez but not anyone who is able to recognize - that we are only a transitional species, doomed to imminent extinction, the existence in space less than the dinosaurs, rats or bacteria. Earth appeared at 100-200 thousand years ago. The history of our species is króciutkim epizodzikiem compared to five billion years of our planet.

Humanity can be viewed from two perspectives: the space and the human. In makrokosmosie we are nothing. These eighty billion fragile our lives throughout history, that our civilization short compared to the vastness and eternity of the universe is something niezauważalnym, negligible - in fact we do not have. And since we only have one przemijalnym species of animals, we must fully realize that our whole culture is one big lie. In space there is no such thing as good and evil, like morality, justice, mercy,Josephine Baker mercy - a man invented them. Are therefore not absolute values, certain: being an Arab or a Chinaman would have a different ethic. Since then everything is relative, since our standards are the product of a society can reject it. Such relativism is dangerous and may lead to an engrossed in crime and debauchery ...

But there is still a microcosm of our ... And looking from this perspective, looking through the eyes of man, mankind can be viewed as something great. Seeing our technical achievements, seeing the great structures built by hard work, seeing breathtaking picture to hear beautiful music, you fall into rapture, can assert our belief in the divinity of uniqueness.Lucille Ball Of course, this deeply humanistic attitude characterized by a concern for one's neighbor as the highest value, doing good is a priority, regardless of professed faith, because: "If there is no God, man must behave like God," wrote Isaac Bashevis Singer .

It reminds me of this scene: Kazik Live concert in Wroclaw, one of the clubs, standing on a slight increase and look at the top (could subconscious manifestation of my arrogance) on the front of the stage heaving crowd of living volcano, the eruption of youth and vitality, the energy in its pure form, Upytė music together, with alcohol. I close my eyes for a moment and exploding before my eyes a terrible picture: the same club, the same luminous light and skeletons - skeletons dancing, jumping skeletons, skeletons carried on the hands, the skeletons at the bar, smoke cigarettes, skeletons,Tallulah Bankhead skeletons kissing in the corner, the skeletons of guitars, a skeleton at the microphone. In one moment, I realized with all the soreness that the human element - something which I experience najprawdziwiej something najrealniejszego - will be fixed pile of rot, then bones, then dust. And then even the dust disappears ...

We are only human and understand that we are looking at each other from a street hydrant. But to know the truth ought to be able to see each other and with the amount of stars toEthel Barrymore be able to compare yourself with something permanent, existing objectively and truly. And what we are against the death of the universe, time ...? Pochylmy head and posypmy them ashes.

But let us live. Nothing else we have not.